Novel & Cerita Cece Morgenstern

But inside the mansion, tucked away in a sunlit corner of the nursery, something else was blooming. Maria Del Fuego sat at her writing desk, a cup of chamomile tea cooling beside her, her laptop open to a blank document. Celestina and Rafael were napping nearby, their tiny breaths rising and falling in sync. The house was quiet, and for the first time in weeks, Maria felt still enough to listen to herself.

The bracelet on my wrist felt like an anchor, a tether to a world of secrets and danger. It was in the stillness of the night, as the world outside slept, that I felt it—a gentle caress on my cheek. It was a soft, barely perceptible touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I turned, my heart pounding, to find a figure standing at the edge of my bed, cloaked in shadows. The sense of foreboding intensified, but a strange familiarity washed over me. It was Hayden, the ruler of the mythological Underworld, who had come to visit me once more. I was barely conscious through it all, trapped in a hazy dream-like state.

The morning light streaming through the windows finds me already awake, staring at the ceiling as my mind churns with plans for tonight. Today we return to Silver Crest. Today I face the monsters who destroyed my life. A soft knock at my door makes my pulse quicken. "Come in." Damon enters carrying a garment bag and wearing a smile that makes my breath catch. He's dressed in a black suit that fits him like it was crafted by angels, his dark hair perfectly styled, but it's the heat in his gray eyes that makes my stomach flip.

I want you…I bit my lip, the taste of sin and lust driving me insane. The isolation gnawed at me, so I slipped away to the balcony for fresh air. The night sky stretched above me, jeweled with stars but no moon. The breeze kissed my skin, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the peace until it shattered at the touch of a rough hand on my bare back. “What the hell!” I spun, panic flaring, only to see a pot-bellied man with a greasy smile. Recognition hit me like bile. Caleb. Beatrice’s nerdy brother from high school, now aged and foul.

It had gotten so late so fast. “Kaldar...” This time it was her voice that was a mere whisper. I had gotten so lost in her the lively scent of her hair I had forgot to hold the urge back. I groaned as I let go of her body, pressing the back of my hands to my eyes as I felt the beastly aura awaken within me. “Kaldar?” Dawn’s voice had turned into one filled with horror . I could hear myself growl, a strange electric tingle settling behind my teeth as my canines elongated.

Then the Beta stepped forward with a daughter at his side—tall, polished, wearing a ceremonial gown like she’d been born into it. Selah Dorne. Her scent rolled across the clearing like roses over rot—too sweet, too sharp, too deliberate. Kieran faced her without looking away from me. “I accept Selah Dorne,” he said, as if the words didn’t cost him anything. The priest hesitated—then lifted the bowl, forced by politics, by pressure, by the pack’s watching eyes. The Moonwater shimmered. And then— It turned black. A ripple spread across the surface, dark as bruised ink.

I only use my work phone and the phone in my unit. After getting dressed, I grabbed my car key and chose my China Gray Aston Martin DB11 AMR. I am a car collector, and that's my obsession. In fact, I love my car more than people. I loved them more than Panther, who was my first boyfriend. I'm twenty-five and have only had one ex. I was too focused when I was a teenager, and then I was busy studying criminology when I was in college. And when I gave myself a chance to date, the man just cheated on me. Guys, they can't live without sex.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a glow over the dense forest that was filled with leaves. Shadows danced among the trees, and the air was thick. Noises could be heard, the smell of furs also lingered in the air. Freya stood at the edge of the clearing, her amber eyes scanning the gathering wolves. She was no ordinary wolf. Her fur was a mix of gold and black, a testament to her dual heritage. Half werewolf, half witch, she straddled two worlds, yet belonged to neither. As most of her werewolf companions saw her as.

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.