Castel Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Marcello switched off the TV and turned to me. "Does it hurt?" I leaned against his shoulder. "No." He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. Outside, the sunlight was bright. Marcello suddenly said, "About your brother Frankie, there's new evidence. Someone inside the Lucia family is willing to talk. The case about that shipping route is going to be retried." I let out a soft hum. He looked down at me. "What are you thinking about?" I thought for a moment. "Frankie." He fell silent, then held me tighter.

he said. "High praise." "From me, yes." He opened the car door himself, which surprised her. "Remember what we discussed." "Smile, stay quiet, don't encourage Antonio." She slid into the seat. "I remember." The Castellano estate sat on the river, older money than Nero's, quieter about it in a way that felt somehow more dangerous. Marco Castellano met them at the door himself, a broad, silver haired man with a handshake too firm to be friendly.

Knowing Asher, he's going to tease me for a decade. Before I can say anything more, Coral bursts into the room excitedly. " Guess what I found?” I shrug and rise to my feet to return my first aid kit. I return to my bed and take a seat next to Asher since Coral has claimed the chair. " Well,” she drawls out, bringing out her phone. “I texted Connor and asked him to send me one of his e-books on ancient Wolfkind history. While going through one of them I found out something related to your magic."

A thick, accented voice responded, filled of confusion. The fact that he was trying to deny it made my blood boil. He was like a brother to me, and his betrayal cut deep like a hot knife through butter. I snarled, “I know what you did, Ivan. Your men left one of his weapons in my apartment and I'll be using it to pull out your guts when I find you.” “Don't you dare threaten me, De Castello,” he snapped, his voice cold as ice. “You might be a dangerous man, but don't forget that I'm just as dangerous.”

*Xelina* The castle pulses with life and secrets, each corridor and chamber a new discovery waiting to be claimed. For the first time, I’m not a shadow in the background, scrubbing floors or serving meals. Instead, I wander freely, curling up with dusty books in the grand library, stealing heated glances with Lazlo, and daring to imagine a life that’s free of chores and chains. Everything feels electric, every moment charged with possibility and the thrill of being seen as his mate.

Chapter 14: Damage Control Sophie had never felt this cornered. The world outside her apartment hadn’t changed—cars still rushed through the streets, the city lights still glittered against the skyline—but inside, it felt as if everything was closing in on her. She sat curled up on her couch, phone in hand, scrolling through the relentless storm of headlines. Sophie Carter’s Mystery Man—What Is He Hiding? Jake Bennett Under Fire—Did Sophie’s Romance Just Ruin His Life?

She stepped inside, barefoot. Behind the photos, she found a small locked box, and the same key opened it. Inside was a letter, old and torn, dated ten years ago. “To whoever finds this—” “He lies. Vincent Castellano is not a prince. He is a cage in human skin.” “I was the first bride. My name is Anna. If you’re reading this, he thinks he owns you too.” “There’s a door under the wine cellar. That’s where the real secrets live.” Camela dropped the letter.

The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling. I drifted through the frozen courtyard and toward my father's study. He wasn't in his own room, though—he was next door, in Matthew's old quarters. Everything in the courtyard was kept just as Matthew had left it. Spotless. As if its owner had only stepped out for a moment and would be back any second. Father sat at the desk, holding one of Matthew's favorite possessions—a vintage fountain pen—polishing it with a white silk handkerchief. His movements were so gentle, so tender, like he was handling something priceless.

"Oh, please, he is no new catch," "He's a rich, handsome, and tall guy, he's certainly your type." "I never said I was into rich, tall, and handsome guys,” I tried to defend myself. "But I saw you gawking at him,” "I…I… wasn't," I stammered. "Look at your cheeks all flushed, so…who's the new catch? No excuses, just tell me about him." "He's Santiago Castelo." "Do you mean Santiago of The Castelos? "

As for Eric, he was cast aside and sent overseas like a discarded pawn. I looked away from the news and made myself a cup of coffee. The past was over, and my life was just beginning.