Chosen: A House Of Night Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

“Where’s Clara? What happened to Clara?” Bella leaned out from behind her mom and looked into the basement. She called softly, “Clara?” No one answered. The basement was dark. Only a thin strip of moonlight came through the doorway. It fell onto the pile of hay, lighting up a curled, motionless figure. My body. It lay curled in the hay, like a small, abandoned animal. The hay covered most of my face, leaving only a patch of grayish skin exposed. My eyes were tightly shut. My lips were bluish-purple, like frozen meat.

SHE NEEDED TO GET HERSELF TOGETHER BEFORE HE CAME BACK, OR SHE COULD LOSE EVERYTHING. SHE CONTINUED WALKING HOME. WHEN SHE GOT HOME SHE OPENED THE DOOR TO HER LUXURIOUS MODERN APARTMENT. SHE HAD DECORATED EVERYTHING HERSELF AS SHE FELT SHE WANTED TO HAVE A MODERN, YET COMFORTING FEEL. EVERYTHING WAS GREY, WHITE, BLACK AND GOLD. WITH MARBLE FLOORING, BLACK AND GOLD ACCESSORIES. THE WALLS ARE PAINTED WHITE WITH GREY FURNITURE AND CARPETS. THROUGHOUT THE HOUSE THE THEME IS BASICALLY THE SAME, MODERN AND LUXURIOUS. IN HER BEDROOM SHE OPTED FOR PINK TO GIVE IT A BIT OF A CONTRAST AND STILL REFLECT HER GIRLY SIDE.

The full accounting of what that night cost and what it meant and what it taught me. It taught me that I will choose you in every version of a choice. Not because you need protecting. Because choosing you is what I do. It's my specific thing. The way you read the full document. The way Lily watches. The way James builds. Choosing you is my specific thing. It always was. I just didn't have language for it until Night Twenty. She reads it at the kitchen table. Reads it again. The coffee goes cold. She doesn't notice. Outside the Montana morning. Inside the house that is theirs. Ten years of mornings in this kitchen.

It was already day break before my eyes started to slowly drift close. I couldn’t sleep for many reasons. For one, the bed was too comfortable, the room too cozy, which is more luxury than I’d have ever imagined in my life and it didn’t help that Prince Draven’s scent on the mattress had my wolf feeling giddy. How could I sleep when a scent so powerful surrounded me, suffocating me? it felt like I was committing a crime laying in his bed, I felt like an intruder. Lady Abigail had been right. I didn’t deserve it.

With a wave of her hand, Rona called Kit on stage, and she obliged, listening to the sound of applause fill the room as she did so. “As most of you know, tonight officially begins the Choosing ceremony. In the weeks and months to come, Katrinetta will get to know the Representatives from the provinces and choose seven of them to Room. She may, at any time, choose to Room a particular Representative or send him home. There are no rules for how long she must take, how much time she must spend with each gentleman, or what her reasoning may be.” Kit nearly scoffed at her mother’s words remembering well what she’d been told only a few hours ago, before dinner, but she kept a smile on her face to

She said turning to the alpha. “Of course if they want,” I just nodded and went back to my room.I jumped on my bed turning on the bedside lamp so I could go through the novels on the table before I go to sleep. I'm finally out of the big city, away from Coleen and her husband. I may not have to wake up at four am in this house. I fell into deep sleep cherishing the large bed I now had.

Evans also said something like that. “Hmm,” Hazel hummed and replied, “You said it right. Just like the way Christ died to redeem humans from sin, the Chosen One has to make a sacrifice like that to redeem the night creatures. But," Hazel suddenly said, raising a finger, “the witch who tapped into the black magic found something that interests the Vampires especially.” Amber sat up in the chair, anticipating on hearing more about it. It was surprising that a while ago, she was bent on leaving the bookshop and then the next minutes, she found herself being absorbed in the story that Hazel now told her.