Catelyn Stark Novels & Stories

Tinapunan niya ako ng tingin at maya maya ay binaba ang phone niya saka ngumiti sakin at bahagyang yumuko na tila nagbibigay galang. "Welcome to the clan Lady Reign, I'm Nancy Caitrine Ashley." Agad na napariin ang titig ko sa kaniya dahil sa pagbanggit ng apelyidong iyon. "You're an ashley?" "The first born ashley." "You're Katelyn's older sister then." Marahan siyang tumango at ngumiti. "May I know why you know my sister? Did she done something that might upset you?" "She's a good friend Of mine and she's working for me."

“At sa tingin mo ay hindi kayo hahabulin ng organisasyon? Are you even thinking, Dominic? Hindi lang ang posisyon mo sa Blackstone ang inilalagay mo sa alanganin, kundi maging ang buhay ninyo ng babae mo.” “She has a name, Kuya Apollo,” anito sa mababang tinig ngunit kababakasan ng galit. “She’s Catalina. And whether you approve it or not, I am not gonna leave her. I’ll do everything just to keep her safe from our alliance and as well as from our rival family.”

"Let them come. I've already set the claymores along the rice fields. Ang sinumang tumapak doon na walang permiso, magiging confetti." ​"Huwag tayong kampante, Rocco," seryosong sabi ni Vane Xandros Volkov. "Catherine is a Sterling-Valderrama. Hindi siya susugod nang walang alas. She knows Adrian's weakness. And that weakness is currently eight months pregnant inside that house."

Hirap niya na binuksan ang mga mata niya, para lang matuklasan niya na nasa kakaibang malaking kama siya. Mayroon siyang naramdaman na pangamba. Gusto niya umupo, ngunit napagtanto niya na wala na siyang natitirang lakas. “Huwag ka na pumalag,” Isang mataba, malakas na lalaki ang lumapit na may tuwalya lang na nakabalot sa katawan niya. Muntik na masuka si Catherine. Pagkatapos niya tignan ng dahan-dahan ang lalaki, nalaman niyang pamilyar ito. “Ikaw si… Zayn Larson?”

Nangako ako na hindi ko siya hahayaang maging bahagi ng pamilyang Stark. “Anong masasabi ninyo sa aktong inaapi ang mistress ng fiance? Masarap sa pakiramdam, hindi ba? Tandaan ninyo ang pangalan ng trapong ito, kayong lahat—Silvia Felton. Malaya kayong alamin ang tungkol sa kanya,” sabi ni Orla sa nakakainis na boses. Akala ko hindi na ako mapapahiya pa. Ngunit pagkatapos, natagpuan nila ang aking pinakamahalagang pag-aari sa itaas.

At nang masigurong okay lang ito ay nakahinga siya ng maluwag. “She’s Rowena Colle. Anak ni Fenrir,” ani Clark. “Paniguradong kapag natuklasan nilang pqatay na siya ay mas lalong magwawala ang kaniyang ama. She's his favorite daughter. She's not weak. I'm surprised that Elmhurst managed to kill her with one strike.” Napangiti si Selena. Her ex-thiramin is stronger unlike any other vampires. She saw it when he pinned her on the ground this morning.

Yabang! Kung ibang tao lang sana ang kaharap nito ay siguradong mangangatog ito sa takot dahil sa mapanganib na boses at awra ng kaharap ko ngayon. Unfortunately for him, I am Cecilia. A peculiar one. " Not, if I kill you first. Mr. Campbell. " Seryosong sagot ko rito. Nakita ko pa ang saglit na pagdaan ng pagkamangha sa kanyang mga mata na agad ring nawala.

" 250,000 may pang refund ka? " " Shut up Denise! " saway ni Krys sa babaeng akala mo ay super model sa victoria secret sa sobrang ganda " Why Krystel? I'm just telling the truth bayad na tayo dito. Maswerte nga sya eh, The young f*cking billionaire na si Liam Sebastian ang una nya. So if I were you grab and enjoy because.... it's just a one night " sabay mataray na tumalikod sa amin.

Inside, a twenty year-old Zephyra stood amidst the ruins, her hands clad in black leather, her coat heavy with the scent of gunpowder and cheap vodka. She was not yet the absolute sovereign she was today; she was a soldier carving her name into the frozen flesh of the Bratva. "You look beautiful when you destroy things, Moya Drochayshaya (My Precious One)," a voice echoed from the shadows of the altar. Mula sa kadiliman, lumabas ang isang babaeng tila nililok mula sa yelo mismo. It was Katya Volkova, the ruthless heiress of the northern territories. Hair as white as the Siberian snow, and eyes that held the cold finality of an open grave.

Then Grandpa turned to the last one—her presence made the room feel lighter. “Fayre Sivistica, fourteen. She was taken by the Sivistico Clan and smuggled into China. Recovered shortly after Khalil. Their families were long-standing enemies.” “She is deadly with long-range weapons and a master in field analysis. Her code name will be Singko.” Then Grandpa turned to me. I didn’t move. I felt the weight of every stare in the room. “And lastly… Anastasia Grey. Age twelve. Born of legacy, forged by loss. You’ve trained with me since before you could write your own name.”