Breaking Dawn: Part 1 Cast Novels & Stories

That night, as Kareem keep stroking my hair, he keep soothing my back and that was how I fell into dream land ****** Kareem's POV The smell of something burning wake me up,immediately I opened my eyes my wife is not sleeping beside me Where could she be this early morning? "Maryam?....Maryam?" I called out her name twice but never got any response "What's happening? " I wondered as I walk out of the room to down stairs I entered the kitchen and saw her lying lifelessly on the floor "MARYAM!!!!" I shout out her name out of shock and fear as I ran towards her "Maryam! Maryam please wake up! Please...what happened to you? Baby please wake up" ******

The fear of cracking some bones slowly disappears when I feel my body press against a stronger chest, the force causing us to fall with a loud thud on the floor. I open my eyes, and realize I had fallen on top of this man with wide hazel eyes and black hair. He stares at me...his eyes widen, and his mouth open like he's about to speak. I lick the bottom of my lips, seeing the edges of his lips slowly curl into a smile. But it disappears so fast like it wasn't there in the first place. He shakes his head abruptly as if trying to remain conscious. 'Hi, I'm Miles.' He says.

The crowd parted as an elderly wolf in gray healer's robes stepped into the corridor. His silver hair was neatly tied back, his shoulders slightly stooped with age. The leather satchel hanging from his side was one Nia knew all too well. Physician Aldren. He had tended to every miscarriage she had suffered. He had checked her pulse with careful fingers. He had mixed her herbs in silence. He had promised her the Moon Goddess had not abandoned her. He stopped several paces from Kieran and bowed. "My Alpha."

My gaze drifted towards the setting sun, a fiery promise of retribution. Just as the last rays of light dipped below the horizon, a soft knock resonated against the heavy door. My pulse quickened, a rush of adrenaline flooding my senses. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a figure bathed in the dying light. And as I saw who it was, my heart plummeted into an abyss of uncertainty. The figure at the doorway, considerably less fierce than Jason, was tall and quietly formidable. "Breakfast," he murmured, setting a tray on the table near me, making to leave right after.

Sara’s head was bandaged above her left ear with the hair shaved down, showing mute testimony of having needed many stitches at the very least. Sara’s left arm was in a cast from her hand to her elbow, the brutally discolored fingers poking out feebly from the plaster. A bandage covered her left cheek where it had had to be stitched closed. Johnny could see the edges of a soft cast which wrapped around Sara's left side, through the opening in her hospital gown, obviously to support and protect broken ribs. And Sara’s right arm was wrapped in gauze covering some other, unknown wound.

Annabella cooked breakfast seeing that Mariah decided to sleep in and once the table was set, I rolled over to her room which is on the first floor, and said, “Mother, breakfast is ready.” She opened the door smiling I smiled back just knowing that stupid grin would soon be wiped away, we're seated, father is talking to me about the pack, and Annabella is quietly listening in. “Annabella, Can you pass me the butter please.”? I asked, watching as she slowly stretches her hand across the table next to Mariah’s plate and takes hold of the butter dish, Mariah drops her slice of bread and grabs Annabella’s hand. “GRACE KELLY,” Mariah shouted

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

He wasn’t done with me yet, not by a long shot. I slowly sat down and hugged myself, harshly wipes my tears. I was once a beautiful omega in the village, people admire me for having a pretty face eversince I'm young—Mom would be so proud about it but now—being pretty is a curse. "Get up." Colton said and went infront of me. "Your hands, Give me your hands." He ordered. I'm hesitant but I obeyed, I can't say no—he had a severe anger issue. I shaky lift my wounded hands infront of him and then second later a heavy and cold metal kiss my wrist. I looks at my wrist and saw a chain—what?

Faris I woke up to sun shining on my face. The morning brightness waking me up. I got up and sat on the bed, eyes still closed because of over drinking last night. I felt hung over and my head was aching. I roamed my hand on the night stand to get my mobile, it has always been my habit to check my mail early morning from work and start then start out my day with working out. I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand.

The phone buzzes again. I grit my teeth, annoyed at the interruption. I’m already pissed, already on edge, and the last thing I need is another pointless message from him. I grab my phone, ready to tell him exactly what I think, to finally put an end to whatever game he’s trying to play. But the moment my eyes land on the words, my breath catches in my throat. “Darla crashed the party.” Everything around me fades. The room, the hum of my computer, the exhaustion pressing down on me—it all disappears in an instant.