Books By Jewel Novelas e Histórias

It was an uncomfortable sensation. Unable to resist, Heloise shifted her gaze from the book. Just as she was about to look up, a transparent green jar was placed on her book. The jar was full of peppermints. A hand with well-defined joints rested on top of the jar, the nails trimmed short and clean. "For you." A low, magnetic voice descended from above her head. On her textbook for "Criminalistics," there was now a jar of colorful macarons. In the next moment, her textbook on "THE PHOENIXFELL EMPIRE Legal History" had another jar... of diamonds.

She’d rattle as much to distract the prey and seize a bite where it hurts the most; the female replica of Alfeo, minus the drugs of course. She’s too smart for this. She might have genuinely missed the part about Monsieur's fashion show. But the real Jewel would’ve caught on quick. She would’ve sensed that someone’s doing something funny and she’d be twice as alert. She wouldn’t allow the same person to abduct her twice in a row. Why does it feel like Jewel’s going with the flow, making use of all this to get what she wants? What the fuck does she want? It must be something that’s aligned with Alfeo’s goal. Otherwise, she wouldn’t agree to go naked in front of so many men.

Later, alone in her room, Elara lay awake. Her body felt quiet. Balanced. But her mind wouldn’t rest. She sensed the presence again—not pushing, not pulling. Just… listening. “You feel them too,” she whispered. The presence did not answer. But it did not leave. The next morning, the first article appeared. THE WOMAN AT THE CENTER OF IT ALL. Elara read it carefully. It wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t kind. It was speculative. Incomplete. Dangerous. By noon, there were five more.

I am amazed at how foolish he is to believe he actually stood a chance against a mystic, I purposely chose this pack because I knew he would not win against them, I just need to be a little more patient and he’d be out of my life for good. Jewel’s POV I see, so that’s what it is { listening to other people's thoughts again Jewy } ( hush! I needed to know what she was hiding that’s all ) { mhmm sure, I just need this to be over with I miss my pups } so do I, I rub my now flat tummy thinking about them.

We picked out the solid black female for my little jewel. “At least we know she like our present,” Drake mumbled. “This is true,” I say. The two of us started tracing our fingers down her back, and those silver and gold swirls practically started glowing. I felt her start to move, so we stopped. She stretched and slowly opened her eyes. “Morning little jewel,” I said. “Morning.” She said.

I stand up and walk towards her. “How dare you invade my room and take my things,” I told her. “I am not losing my crown to some little human slut. I will make fucking sure of that. You and the crown are mine.” She growls. She turns and walks away before I can do anything. I look at my father; he is just staring at where the bat shit crazy woman was standing. I have tried telling him for years that she is crazy and obsessed with me. I am glad he finally got to see it first-hand. I stand there, not knowing what to do. I know Seraphina will stop at nothing to hurt Emerald. I turn around to see Sebastian pulling up a video on my computer. Well, damn, my precious jewel can partially s

I am trying to determine which two are worse: Riley and Sapphire, Mathius and Sapphire, or Sapphire and Luke. I agree with Riley when he says it is Luke’s fault that my precious jewel has picked up the more colorful aspects of the Aussie language. Riley and Mathius argue with Sapphire like siblings, which I guess they are. Riley might not be her sibling by blood, but you wouldn’t know that with how they give each other shit. We have gone back to acting as we did before discovering everything. I still don’t like the idea of my precious jewel not having protection, but I need to trust her and her ability to protect herself. I know we are more aware of our surroundings and everyone we enc

"A book?" "Yes," she said, her voice sharp with frustration. "But not just any book. It was one I’d never seen before. The pages were old, yellowed, but what was inside…" She hesitated, and for the first time, I saw true fear in her eyes. "It was about the Jewel of Light." My blood ran cold. The Jewel of Light. The very artifact that had recently gone missing. The same artifact I had accused Ingrid of stealing. "What did it say?" I demanded, stepping closer.

~CONTENT WARNING~ This story contains scenes depicting to sexual activity, violence, death, trauma, sexual assault, substance abuse and other possible triggers. Read at your own risk. ~♡♡~ I hope you enjoy every bit of this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Wish you a happy reading. Much love from the author to her readers. <3

"Fine I will try but at my own convenience. What's the name of the book and where do I read it?" "Shattered Hearts by Micaela Alvarado. It's on A****n, it's the #1 best selling book so far" he answered. "This book better meets my expectations" I said tapping my fingers on the table. "Trust me it will" he replied smiling and then he checked his wristwatch, "I think is time for me to leave. We'll get in touch when I arrive there". "Alright, safe trip. Greetings to my goddaughter and godson and then to their beautiful mom who got married to an ugly jerk like you" I teased and his nostrils flares up.