Book Five Novels & Stories

Gabriel’s frost lashed out in a silver arc, locking two more riders in place long enough for Silas to drive his dagger into the nearest gap in their armor. Lucius did not rush. He simply stepped into the path of the fifth rider, smiled with all his teeth, and opened the man’s throat in one clean motion. The courtyard exploded into chaos. Steel rang. Horses screamed. Rain turned the mud into a slick, treacherous arena. I stayed frozen on the landing, watching the five Alphas carve a bloody circle around the base of the tower. Every time one of them drew close enough for their element to brush my skin, the mark in my belly shuddered with greedy relief.

Excitement hums through my veins as something Athena told me comes to mind. Levi and Kenji move closer, sensing the excitement leaking through my pores. “Athena told me there is a book of forbidden magic here at the old Church.” My eyes roam over the books once more with renewed purpose in their depths. “There can’t be that many books of forbidden power in this hidden library.” Five Minutes Later

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 5 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑙..... 𝐵𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛... 𝐶𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠...

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is the fifth book of the Temptation Series. All the books under this series can be read as standalone books. This series deals with a series of passionate love stories of the Donnelly brothers and their friends, with spin-offs, all having captivating plotlines to keep you interested till the end. Summary

But then he walks toward me. My heart races. My palms sweat. Beneath his sleeve, the Roman numeral five appears again. The same five. That can’t be possible. “Well… if it isn’t Mr. Bridge’s daughter,” he says. “Estela, right?” “Yes… sir,” I reply without meeting his gaze. “Come with me.” I follow him. His back is broad, powerful. His knuckles still bear traces of dried blood. He smells like expensive cologne… and something sweeter, thicker—maple honey.

Aisha's POV The Paris sky that evening was a golden orange, reflecting the shadows of streetlights on the bustling city sidewalk. I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the hustle and bustle below while sipping on warm tea. Five years had passed since I left my old life. Five years since I chose to disappear. Along the way, I had found a new self, but the shadows of the past still clouded my mind. I was no longer the weak woman who felt unworthy of love. Now, I was a respected heart surgeon.

Or was this entire drive, this spontaneous rescue by his mother, just a beautifully orchestrated chess move? The driver pulled the heavy silver car smoothly up to the valet stand of Six Seven right at one-thirty. The hostess didn't even check the book. The moment Evelyn stepped through the glass doors, the entire front of the house shifted into high gear. We were led immediately past the main dining room to a prime booth right against the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the restless, gray waters of Elliott Bay. "A glass of the usual, Mrs. Winchester?" the server asked before we had even settled into the plush leather seats.

Then, I went home, wrote a report, and handed it to Xena's company. After that, I packed my bags and left. … On the other hand, when Xena found out Lucas was fine, she finally let out a sigh of relief. Still, no matter what she did after that, she could not calm herself down. She accidentally spilled some hot soup on Lucas while feeding him. The soup splashed on Riley, who screamed, snapping her back to reality. Lucas was surprisingly calm as he wiped himself with tissues and looked at her with concern. “What’s wrong, Xena?”

Before I left, I spared a glance at Lydia and said, "Give me your answer by 5:00 pm tomorrow, Lydia." I then strode out of the private room, closing the door behind me. The floor was covered in a thick carpet that muffled my footsteps. I felt my phone vibrate, signaling that I had received a message. It was from Simon. "Do you think you've won? Lydia won't leave me, Jasper. I have her daughter, after all. What about you? You have nothing." I didn't reply to Simon's message. I simply set my phone to silent mode as I stepped into the elevator.

I slip into a random empty paired seat and sink into the window seat, trying to push William Ravenstone out of my head. Bibah pushes our luggage into the compartment made for them under the seats, then sits next to me with a sigh. She takes off her bucket hat as she gets comfortable, loosening the end of her scarf and then bringing out a shiny new book and a bottle of water from her tote bag. I glimpse the title of the book; Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The bus continues to fill up steadily, with students seating themselves next to their mates or their friends.