Novel & Cerita Christine Feehan Dark Series

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

We all knew except for Anastasia. Jane Hayes, the only mother I’d ever known, had always been a master of pretending. Pretending not to see, not to understand, not to suspect even better, not to know. She was so good. Even when our eyes had met that night on Christmas, when she’d found Ana curled around me on my bed, and my arms around her like she was my lover, she’d said nothing the next morning, and as usual, we both played like nothing had happened. Pretended nothing was wrong. Pretended as if ignorance would somehow make it disappear. But it hadn’t. Not for me. It had only made it worse because it went on, and I fell deeply for Anastasia. I drowned in her, and I made her my doom and sal

I figured I would just sleep on the chair until I knew the rules of this twisted game. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, my hair pinned up in a messy bun. SLAM. The front door hit the wall with a violence that made me drop my glass. He was back. And even from the kitchen, I could feel the darkness radiating off him. Kiran walked in. He looked different—unstable. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a dark intensity that made my skin crawl. He walked straight toward me and, without a word, reached out and pulled the clip from my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.

From a tattered catcher, at least a tuft of wool. Before dinner, Aiden came to see me. There was a shadow of sadness on his face. As I expected, after a sharp improvement in his mother's health, a rollback began. I could throw the whole truth at him right now and offer to destroy the rest of the artifact together in order to save the woman dear to his heart. But I had absolutely no confidence that he would choose the right path, and not hand me over to daddy. Caleb Air. I wonder how he sleeps at night? He knows perfectly well what exactly kills the mother of his children. Knows and does nothing. They justify their inaction with duty, and they call the murder of girls justice. The dark ones h

Casey and Aidan are actively working to dismantle their father's criminal enterprise. Molly seems to be completely in the dark about everything, but Heather believes she will side with her brothers when everything comes to light. The only person that may be sticking with Liam is his wife. Christine Sullivan doesn't like her, but Heather does not know if she condones what her husband does.

“I warned you about the dangers the very moment you told me you'd fallen in love with her! I said it was a complication you couldn't afford!” “I know you did,” I said, running a hand through my damp hair. “I just... I didn't think any of this was actually real. The prophecies, the curses... it all felt like old stories. And the woman who rescued Catherine, the one who helped her fake her death, she was a witch. Turns out she only did it because she needed Esme for herself, to save her own dying daughter. As if that isn't enough, we've just barely escaped a vampire massacre. Apparently, they need her blood to be able to walk in daylight.” "And you think that's over?" he snapped, his voice dri

EVE'S POV:- They kicked me out of the Master's castle. They said I am the death. That is why I do not deserve to be inside of that castle. I was wearing nothing but a thin lacy nighty that reached my upper thigh. It was barely covering my bottom. The chilly air and falling snow made me think of my end. I was shivering with both the icy cold weather and the horrific darkness outside. I did not know why but I was always afraid of the dark. I even hated black color.

The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are: - His Hunt For Redemption (Book 1) - Design of Fate (Book 2)

it meant. The words rang through her mind now and made her tears fall faster. Hayden was beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. It felt comforting to have it there—to have him there. They were all in black. Hayden’s black collared shirt and tie, and his black overcoat fit him like a glove. He looked so distinguished and handsome, even with the somber expression on his face. As she thought back on all her childhood interactions with Abbi now, she struggled to remember any trace of them. She remembered there were many tales about wolves and monsters and “the dark ones”.

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,