Cloud Strife Draw Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry about how well you carve the lines. Consider it an exchange of pack knowledge.” “Chloe Hurst!” Noah roared, his throat vibrating with a suppressed warning rumble. He could see through her cruel game, knowing she was trying to drag me to the middle of the pavilion to turn me into a laughingstock for the entire regional territory.

Checking my backup phone, I saw that Melissa's livestream had run all night. The livestream title was designed to grab attention. "Cold-Hearted Coworker Refuses to Help. My Mastiff Remains Lost in the Wilderness, Fate Unknown."

"A tsunami slammed into the island right after we dropped her off. The water swallowed everything. We couldn't get back in time." The news smashed into Barrett like a wrecking ball. He released the guard and staggered back. Astrid's triumphant smile hardened. "Barrett, don't fall for it. This has to be just another one of Octavia's pathetic schemes to ruin our wedding." Those words were the last straw. Barrett whipped around, his eyes flashing with a murderous glint that made Astrid recoil. The restrained man she thought she could control was gone, replaced by a ruthless demon.

On the day my daughter is discharged from the hospital after recovering from the flu, I run into my ex-husband, Zachary Levine, whom I have been divorced from for seven years. He is there to pick up his wife, who has just given birth. He looks a little surprised as his gaze moves up and down to take in my clothes, which is still stained from my child's vomit. I had no time to change out of it earlier. "Long time no see. How have you been lately?" he asks. I smile and say I am doing fine. As we are about to part, he grabs my arm. "Alyssa, our son misses you a lot. If you are having any difficulties, don't push yourself. The passcode for the house in the north of the city is still your b

The summer rain came without warning. Asher and Carter stood outside the door, drenched by the pouring rain. "Dad?" Carter's voice carried endless panic. "Has Mom really abandoned us?" Asher closed his eyes. His heart was already bleeding. He knew he could no longer deceive his son or himself. Winona truly did not want them anymore. … The next morning, Winona arrived at Julian's door early. The moment the door opened, Yara flew into her arms, clinging tightly and refusing to let go.

The wind tore across the ridgeline, bending the pines until they looked like they were bowing to the storm. The Kaelith stronghold stood against the gray fury, its stone towers shuddering as thunder cracked above. The scent of ozone and wet earth filled the air—an omen of what was coming. Draven stood at the courtyard’s edge, rain slicing across his face. His coat was open, the black fabric whipping behind him. Every muscle in his body was wound tight with a barely contained rage. The storm mirrored it perfectly.

Clarisse’s face tensed, her pupils narrowing like a predator that had just received hunting instructions. “So Lysander wants me to bring Adrian down from within...” She stood up slowly, a dangerous smile creeping across her face. “All right. Let’s start this little war.” The snow fell harder, as if the outside world was holding its breath, waiting to see who would bite deeper first. And the war between the two demons... had just entered its darkest phase.

“Anchors hold. No matter what it costs.” I step closer until I’m right in front of him. “You hold us. We hold you. That’s the balance.” Clara leans in on his other side, lightning crackling softly across her shoulders. “Don’t make us fight you and the goddess at the same time.” Ares opens his mouth to respond but the forest interrupts him. A tremor passes under our feet. Small at first. Then stronger. The sentinel lifts its head sharply. The storm-creature appears behind Clara in a flash.

She didn’t like Jamie seeing her wearing the degrading uniform. Klara emptied her tip jar and smiled. She’d made just over a hundred dollars in tips. She pushed the back door of the strip club open, and smiled at the bouncer. He stood watching her car, smoking a cigarette. “Night, Midge.” “Drive safe, Klara,” Midge said, and flicked the butt of the cigarette into a puddle. Klara drove home with a smile on her face, even though she was exhausted and hungry, she knew her tip money of that night could put food on the table for a week.