Novel & Cerita Crack Of Dawn

There are fractures now. Cracks that let light through.​

The Crimson Dawn, reshaping the world one unlikely alliance at a time. TO BE CONTINUED...

That was the only sound that came out of Erick's lips, because he was too focused on the pleasure in front of his eyes. "Will the war still happen?" "Now is not the time to discuss that issue, darling..." "Just answer, I just want to know." Erick took a deep breath, still not wanting to change his position in Angel's arms. "That war will not be defeated." "When?" "When there's an eclipse." Suddenly Angel's forehead furrowed deeply. "Eclipse? Why wait for the eclipse?" "Because during the eclipse, nature will not favor anyone, and that's when we can fight fairly with the strength of our respective clans."

Dex’s questions bring the familiar pain back to my chest, and I pop one eye open, glancing towards him before I close it back and cross my arms over my chest, getting out a, "Soon." Soon. It’s the word I keep telling myself, trying to hold on to the promise he made three weeks ago in the silence of the night on his bed. His words were filled with so much sincerity that I didn’t doubt them–I still don’t. But I’m starting to question how long is his soon.

he asks without looking at me “What did you get from Cristal?...” He sighs and begins without looking at me. “The little I got is that the bitch came to the city a little over 6 months ago, she has been cajoling rich men, she fucks them, takes money from them and then disappears, so I guess you are one more on her list...” he says leaving Carefully down the barrel of the rifle and noticing me, he leans back on the chair and puts his feet up on the chair.

the subordinate replied. Crack! Nameless froze. He gritted his teeth so hard, he cracked one of his yellow teeth.

The next morning I opened my eyes. Three days left before I was gone. I got up early on purpose. Serena was sitting still, staring at an old photo of me, the one from before, when I used to ride horses. I was confident in that photo, full of life. Every girl on campus had wanted to be with that version of me. "Missing the old days? Too bad about my legs." She startled and quickly tucked the photo away. Then she noticed what I had deliberately exposed. My bare skin, covered in scars. And carved into my lower body were the word "trash". The surrounding skin was a ruin of overlapping wounds.

Something physical. Something waking up. Darius cursed. “That’s not good.” No. It wasn’t. The hum deepened, vibrating through the air, through the ground, through my bones. And then— A crack. Not loud. Not explosive. But sharp. Precise. A thin line split through the center of the clearing. My breath caught. “Elara,” Adrian said, his voice tight. “We need to move.” “I can’t,” I repeated. Because the moment I tried—

I took a deep breath, deep down hurt. ‘I ended up hurt; he shattered my brother's dream.’ Before completing my speech, I remembered the offer he gave me earlier. ‘One-night stand, please, the offer is still available. I am ready; will the money be paid? I really need to help my brother; he must not drop out,’ I pleaded. He smiled, furrowing my eyebrows. ‘Are you trying to mock me?’ I asked him, but instead, he smiled more. ‘I'm Damien, the offer is still available. I knew you would come back,’ he stated. I could notice his ego.

** “You’re a good cook!” Early in the morning, I was awaken by the people’s voice living in the same roof. It felt weird having all the noise because I stayed at the silent hospital, and when I got out of my room they were eating their early breakfast? Or snack? I think it’s a snack because when we were done eating that the old lady name, Rani wanted to she wanted to cook breakfast with me, and now she’s praising me because of it.