Romans & histoires Breaking Dawn Part 3

She shouted to whoever it is. But then the moment she opened the door, it broke her heart. "I just came to get the things I left here. I figured that there's still stuffs of mine was here from years ago." It was her boyfriend... almost got married to him. But when he heard that she slept and helped with a criminal namely Klyde McMarrow, he instantly left her and even called her names that shattered her to pieces.

"PSST! JERK, STILL AWAKE?" That was the message I received from Dawn. I sat down and checked the time. It was two in the morning and everyone was in bed. Did something happen? After tucking her in, the director decided to end the shooting and continue tomorrow. We were supposed to have a love scene earlier but Dawn passed out. We will be extending our stay because of that. Direk wanted a love scene under the moonlight with a wonderful background which is the sea - only to be ruined by my brother.

Few minute later he came back with a glass of water "Here" he offered "Thank you" I replied smiling before collecting it from him **** "Are you OK now?" He asked Why am I feeling sleepy all of a sudden? "Yes but I think, I really need to sleep right now.... Could you help me?" "Sure why not " That was the last thing I heard before darkness took over me ****** A Hours Later****** Kareem's POV I haven't seen my wife this evening. Where could she be? I've looked for her everywhere but she's not any where to be found

Kael POV Dawn broke over the battered estate like a reluctant promise. Smoke still curled from the east wall where Draven’s forces had been driven back, their dead and wounded left behind as a grim warning. I stood on the reinforced balcony outside the medical wing, Elias resting inside under Halvorsen’s watch. The bond between us hummed steady now, warm and reinforced after the night’s hell, but I could feel the new undercurrents—his exhaustion, the pup’s growing demands, and the subtle contractions that had everyone on edge.

Damien’s pov I've read the will three times before Sera Calloway even answers my text, which tells you something about the state of Okafor's office — either the man has the world's leakiest paralegal, or he wanted this clause to reach the right ears fast. I have a guess which. Edmund Calloway spent thirty years making sure the right information found the right people at the right moment. I doubt death changed his methods much.

A mocking smile slowly appeared at the corner of my lips. "Julie, Timothy, the game has only just begun."

"Hurry and change. Lydia will get scared if she sees you like this." I took the clothes without responding and walked into the bathroom. Hot water slammed against my torn back, and pain shot through me. I gasped, clutching the sink to keep from collapsing. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Torn flesh, bruises, and a face drained of all color. Exhaustion and despair etched into every line. And then I laughed. I laughed until tears spilled down my face. The drug trial would begin.

Around her, test tubes were lying on their sides, some of them rolling off the surface as his dark fingers reached up to tangle in her long, curly hair that rested along her shoulders like a golden cloud. I’m not sure how long I stood there, unable to move as I held my breath, but it felt like an eternity as I watched the woman move her hands to wrap around his neck. “Kiss me, Con,” her voice was breathy, almost a whisper. “Kiss me like you mean it.” “Trillium…” he started to say. I didn’t want to see this. It felt wrong. Talking a stumbling step backward, I reached for the door handle, which rattled slightly as I pulled open the door and fled.