Castle #halsey Novels & Stories

Just present, which is what this moment needs from him and which he seems to understand without being told. “Are you alright,” he says, quietly enough that only I hear it. “I keep being asked that,” I say. “Because we keep meaning it.” I look at him sideways. Something in my chest does the thing it has been doing, that quiet and unnamed settling, and I let it happen without cataloguing it. Halsey arrives at seven forty-three. She comes through the front door with Reth two steps behind her, and she takes in the kitchen — the documents on the table, Sera, Edrin, Talia, Bowen in his dressing gown with his tea — and she does not comment on any of it. She looks at me.

*** The air buzzed with tension, servants arranging tables, draping heavy velvet curtains, and polishing silver that gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers. It wasn’t a party. No, it was far more important than that. Only the most trusted Alphas had been invited, a few select council members, and of course, Alpha Cassius and his daughter, Thelia. Today was the day Asher would return, and Camilla wasn’t one to waste time. She would announce his engagement to Thelia. Everything needed to be perfect. "Camilla." A low, familiar voice echoed from the entrance, drawing her attention. Her eyes flickered, a cold gleam flashing briefly as Alpha Blaze strode into the hall, his long black trenchcoa

her voice hoarse, she hugged herself as tears cascaded down her face. She ran off without another word, Candice watched the path she took and his eyes softened replaying her words in his head, “ You don't want me in your life, trust me, I'll only ruin you” he whispered to his hearing and exhaled. He walked back to the mansion. Kate got back to her room and broke down in tears, she felt dirty,used and completely dumped. “ What's wrong? What happened to you?” Camile asked worriedly, she had just a towel wrapped around her.

“After you, Sweetness.” I placed my hand in his and let him lead me downstairs. The first people I saw were Dashiell and Isolde. Dashiell looked handsome in a dark tailored suit, and Isolde looked stunning in a deep emerald dress that hugged her body beautifully. The moment she saw me, she smiled and walked over. “You look gorgeous.” She said and pulled me into a gentle hug. “Thank you.” I smiled. “You look so good too.” Dashiell nodded at Cassius. “Cassius.”

Shockingly, my mate remained calm, his composure unsettling compared to Ezekiel’s fury. A hush fell over the room. For a fleeting second, I thought Ezekiel had silenced Charity. But then her eyes shifted—away from him, and onto me. Her expression transformed. Anger melted into disbelief, and her lips parted slightly. “Abbey…” she whispered, uncertainty trembling in her voice. Then, stronger, with recognition lighting her face: “Oh my goddess. Abbey.” The name broke from her like a prayer, like hope wrapped in fragile disbelief. Charity struggled against her bonds, desperate to move, but the restraints snapped her back. My heart ached at the sight. I released Jeremy’s shirt and stepped forwar

Yanis didn't want to do this and he really wanted to back down but when he thought of Dora who is probably still in Maya's captivity, he thought otherwise. " Who said the engagement can hold without the groom's mother?", The door opened and Selena walked in, dresses in a purple vintage gown. She was accompanied by her husband, Sam and her son, Stanley.

I came back to my cabin and opened the door where I saw a lady kneeling in front of Harris, they both stared at me blankly but the lady continued her business. "Please, please, please, let me join your troop", she begged. "I've told you already, I don't have what it takes to be a troop leader", Harris stated. So, Harris still hasn't found a troop. What am I thinking a while ago? "Ok, fine! but I will be part of your team if you found one already", she said with a smile. She is a petite lady with long black and curly ebony hair. As for her status, she may be a mage that is a part of a noble family, perhaps a daughter of a marquis.

The unexplainable bitterness that succumbs to my being made it so hard for me to swallow the soft velvet cake in my mouth. For someone who claims to have cake as their all-time favorite dessert, it’s odd that I couldn’t enjoy the sweet flavor that’s currently exploring in my tongue. “Anyway, I’ll go ahead. I just dropped by to deliver the cake as a welcome gift for you,” Cassandra said, her white set of teeth were showing as she smiled sweetly at Jack. The subtle touch she made on his arm didn’t escape my eyes.

Its tight on her chest and flays from waist down, it stops at her knees and she wore killer heels to match, they are black and since I have no idea what women foot wears are like I ignore the make and admire how the straps are tied on her creamy legs, my eyes trails back up to find hers, I realize she has make up on and even her hair is styled. She did go all out, maybe she has started the recovery process from her grief, finally. “You look beautiful”, I say looking right into her eyes and ignoring Aria who stands behind her. “Look who showed up today”, she says with a smile pointing to Aria. “My run away secretary how are you doing these days? Heard you aren’t taking the grief lightly, wher

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.