By Your Side By Kasie West Mga Nobela at Kwento

Andre The road narrowed, winding along the cliffside, and I kept my hands steady on the wheel despite the pull in my chest. The city lights faded behind us, replaced by darkness that felt almost sacred. Sage sat silently beside me, her arms folded around the dress bag, eyes fixed on the window. I could feel her tension radiating off her, quiet, tight, unrelenting.

My knees felt weak, like water, and I had to press my good hand against the side of the truck to keep from pitching sideways. "We got him, Sophia," Will said, easing Dante onto the back leather seat. He propped Dante’s head up with a rolled-up tactical jacket and quickly pulled the door half-shut to keep the rain out. "Get in." I didn't need to be told twice. I scrambled into the backseat next to Dante, pulling his limp hand into my right grip while resting my splinted arm across my lap. Will slammed the door shut behind me, jumping into the front passenger seat a second later.

At nine, when the room was quiet and Nora was asleep against my chest, Caleb said: "Whatever comes next—" "We figure it out," I said. "Yes." He put his hand over mine. I let him. We sat there with our daughter breathing between us and the city outside and all of the previous months settling somewhere behind us like weather that had finally moved on. That was enough. That night, that was everything.

“Kas?! Kas, where are you, Baby?” “Bronx, it’s Doctor Khe. I’m here to help. Please stop struggling. You’re going to get hurt. I know it may seem like what you’re experiencing feels real, but I assure you it’s not. Kas is back in Montana. She is safe and sound in your packhouse and you’re in Arizona for alcohol addiction rehabilitation.” The voice becomes more clear with each word, making me more aware of the world around me. “I need you to focus. Open your eyes and look at me.”

Being like this between the two of them felt right. Kane moved his hand up my side, going underneath my shirt to tease my breasts. I bucked my hips back, pressing his erection tighter against my body. He pulled his hand away from my breast, gripping my hip. Pinning me in place, he growled in my ear. “Baby girl.” His voice was scratchy with sleep and it made things tighten in my lower belly. “You two will be the death of me.” He chuckled. Dom rocked his hips, pushing me harder against Kane as he found his rhythm. “So good.”

"Is anyone from the other side here?" Claire started asking questions. Gregory looks at Angel and they both hope that it will work. They all suddenly feel a cold presence. That's when they knew that somebody was with them. Claire opens her eyes and looks at space. "Are you from the other side?" She asks. Gregory and Angel looked in that direction and saw a ghost in a wedding dress. Although she looks surprised to see them. She looks like she's just walking around. Angel realizes who it is but lets Claire do her job.

Placing my gun in my waistband, I take a few cautious steps toward the door. “Is that you, big brother?” I hear the familiar muffled voice of my brother from the other side of the door. Without another thought, I open the door and come face-to-face with Casper. The room is dark with shadows, the only light penetrating its gloom is coming from a boarded-up window, and the air smells like wood and musk. My brother’s face is hidden in the shadows, but I don’t need to see him, to know that he is standing there. I’d recognize his voice anywhere. Glancing down, my eyes hone in on Sage. She’s sitting in a lone chair, her eyes staring blankly into the distance. She doesn’t look hurt, but that doesn’

Cassie - "You got this Cassie, and I will be right here waiting for you," Thomas speaks quietly from behind me. I turn towards him slightly so I am able to see him from the corner of my eye and give him a weak smile. Then I see Alpha and Luna standing close together further down the hall, they are smiling encouragingly at me, Luna bows her head in my direction slightly, nodding her approval of my plan once more, they don't move from where they stand nor do they speak, but they don't need to, I hear their message loud and clear, they are showing me that they are also with me, just as Thomas is, my silent triangle of pillars, ready to prop me up at a moments notice, always.

"Even before I knew about any of this, she was the best partner I'd ever had. Smart, intuitive, completely fearless when it mattered." "And stubborn as hell when she thinks she's right." "Which is almost always." They shared a moment of understanding—two men who loved the same complicated, brilliant woman and were somehow supposed to make that work without destroying each other. Casie emerged from her bedroom wearing familiar clothes—dark jeans, a fitted blazer, her service weapon holstered at her hip. She looked more like Detective Blackwood and less like the supernatural Luna who had stood in a ritual circle hours earlier. "Better?" Rick asked, offering her a steaming mug.

Cassie touched the lid once, reverently, then picked it up and cradled it in both hands. She was ready. Or at least, as ready as she’d ever be. The drive to River Wak was silent. Cassie sat between Emily and Sarah, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery. Asher rode in the front seat, his shoulders tense. The now full urn rested on her lap, wrapped in a linen cloth.