Coeur Al'aran Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

His eyes were swirling, this time the blue more pronounced than the gold. You can do it baby! Fight it! Fight—thump! I went flying straight to the ground. *•CAINE's POV•* I don't know what Ara was trying to do when she started kissing me all over. All I knew was that it was calming Scar a little bit. It was calming him--us until the wretched image forced its way back into my head, making me shift and give Scar control. God knows i was fighting it. This was the first time ever that I was attempting to fight my inner demon, just to kiss Ara property.

If he thought he could save her from me, he was wrong. They all were. Lucien with his schemes. Ronan with his protectiveness. And now Cael with his claims of fated bonds and ancient truths. I would burn the whole damn world and everyone in it before I let Aria slip away. She was mine. Mine to torture. And to ruin. ♡♡~~♡♡ I ran a hand through my damp hair and stood, naked and unbothered, stretching in the golden light of the fire. “It’s almost time,” I said, mostly to myself.

"What, now you only want me for my money?" The growl came right before Ciaran moved. His hand wrapped around her throat but Alvara stood with defiance in her spine. Dargan started bracing for an assault but Ciaran beat him to it. Their lips crashed together. Alvara moaned deep in her throat, grabbing for his neck. Ciaran pulled her closer and cupped her ass in one hand. Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from her. Their foreheads met half-way. The Alpha and last Luna of Lover's Quarrel.

Finally, the world began to grow dark. "I cannot believe with all the mistakes I have made that I still got to have a day like today," Alaron mused as he placed his arm around his sister's shoulder and pulled her close. "A screw up like me certainly doesn't deserve all this joy." Lest he seem too sentimental, he poked Mairwen in the side to make her squeal. She jabbed him back, and the two began a childish poking war.

She found herself answering more than she’d expected, drawn by the sharpness of his mind and the openness beneath it. Alaric’s arrival drew immediate warmth. Declan rose at once to embrace him, relief and affection clear in the motion, conversation reshaping itself around the new presence—and then Corren arrived. He slid into an open chair with an easy grin, eyes already dancing as he took in the scene. “Well,” he said, glancing between Elora and his brother, “this settles it. You’re officially stuck with him now.” Declan exhaled slowly. “I’m right here, you know.”

And then Zara stepped out. Dressed in that stupid tunic that glimmered even at night. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid, the ends gleaming silver. She looked relaxed, like this was all a game. The others filed in behind her—Arnou, Derek, Leena, Sylah. Arnou stood too close to her right. Bigger than the others. Darker, broader, son of Beta Magnus himself. His eyes glinted the way predators did when they smelled weakness. “Well, well. You do have a spine. No Rowan this time?” she asked mischievously. My jaw clenched, but I didn’t rise to it. Not yet.

Moon Goddess, they all really craved that perfect fairy tale ending. The practically arranged marriage that bloomed into true love through trials and hardship. Alpha and Luna conquering every obstacle to find happiness together. After everything I’d been through, I couldn’t help but feel like fairy tale endings weren’t meant for someone like me. A soft knock interrupted my spiral. Raymond appeared in the doorway looking worried. He'd ditched his formal Alpha attire, and that polished public face was completely gone. "Aurora, what's wrong?" Real concern threaded through his voice. This wasn't his Alpha-in-public voice. This was the boy who used to worry when I skinned my knees.

SYNOPSIS: On the night before her fairy-tale wedding, Aurora climbed into bed expecting tender passion from the man she loved. Instead, she was fucked senseless by his identical twin. Aridian , the ruthless elder brother, exiled and erased by his own family took her hard and deep, making her moan Alexander’s name while he ruined her for anyone else. One night of forbidden, mind-shattering pleasure, and Aurora’s perfect life became a nightmare of guilt and insatiable craving. The next morning, she stands at the altar in her pristine white gown, ready to marry the safe, charming Alexander. But as the officiant begins the vows, Aridian rises from the crowd and objects. Not out of jealousy

I was still confused about how they knew each other and how awfully familair they were but… “You are still as annoying as ever, cousin. I’m glad to see that you have not changed a bit.” “Cousin? I would rather not let people know that we are related to each other.” Alaric shuddered a bit and I gaed at the both of them. What did I just hear? Cousin? They were cousins? Ava Laurent and Alaric Vale were related to each other? Did I hear wrongly?