Novel & Cerita Darkling And Alina Fanfiction

but no matter how hard she tried, the man was under influence of stuff he had snorted in and was too powerful for her “No, I will never go with a skunk like you,” “Ha ha ha.. Skunk!! What school do you go to Donne?,” Luciano found her cute “Let go of me you b*stard,” Alina was scared and angry *PAK* suddenly she was slapped across her face by Luciano, though he used a light hand, it still hurt and she went silent in fear and shock “Don’t call me bastard, good girls like you should not say bad words, come now,”

Just then, I heard footstep and someone poured cold water on my head. I gasped, forcing my eyes open. Alina. She crouched beside me, her smirk widening. “How pathetic,” she purred. “I didn’t know the almighty Neriah Montclair could reduce to a nobody who is desperate to drink dirty water in just two days.” “You're right,” I mumbled, shaking. “It took two days to see the monster that you are.” “You know,” she said, laughing. “All this won't have happened if only you listen and know your place.”

[ELARA] Alina enters the palace hall, leading members of our Lunar Crest pack. Behind her is Alpha Zander, too stunned to keep up as he gazes open-mouthed at the sky-high domed ceiling. Alina’s hair frames her face in voluminous curls, her expression twisted with a scowl, seemingly wondering, ‘This is where I could’ve lived. This is what my life could’ve been.’

When her gaze snapped to Alina, I saw it—a flash of unfiltered, murderous fury. But she didn’t speak, nor speak. No one did. Because we all knew how this ended if anyone raised their voice. She's the Luna and we are just maids, no, slaves. Alina turned back to me, leaning in until her breath brushed my damp cheek. The scent of mint and something floral made me want to vomit. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” she whispered, “Hiding in here like some fragile little bird. But even birds get their wings clipped when they try to fly too high.”

“Your story?” “I write them. Werewolf romances. This world. The packs. You.” I gestured at him. “I wrote you.” He stared. Then, slowly, a low, rough sound escaped him. Laughter. Quiet. Disbelieving. “You wrote me.” “Yeah. Prince Genesis. Alpha heir. Brooding. Scarred. Growly.” He raised one brow. “Growly?” “Very.” The corner of his mouth twitched. Almost a smile. “And what happens to me in your story?”

Damon took it, breaking the wax seal, and I watched his expression change as he read. "What is it?" He handed me the letter without a word. The handwriting was elegant, feminine, unmistakably Alia's. *Dear Marina,* *I hope Derek kills your precious Lycan slowly. I hope you have to watch him bleed out while begging for mercy. And when Derek brings you back to Shadowmoon, I have so man y new games planned for us. Remember that cupboard? I'm going to make you wish you'd never left it.* *See you soon,* *Alia*

“Everything. I'm done with the lies. The pretentious act. The hatred from my sister. The way he only lets me in whenever he needs me and then shuts me out and goes distant when he doesn't and definitely, I'm done with the cheating. Who knows for how long they've been doing this?” Alina thinks I've been sleeping with Aria. The Alina I loved was always optimistic and looked at the brighter side. She always gave people a chance to prove themselves and change for the better. I broke her twice and now she had given up on me. I must have pushed her to her limit, judging from how she sounded. “I am denouncing Darren. As of today, I don't know no Darren Blackwood”

I said and caught up with the spot, standing in front of her and realizing also that some people next to us heard me say her streaming name. “Queen Of Dawn?” Someone next to us asked and the words kept on flying while I concentrated on the face of Alaina, turning around to give Lorraine a ‘thank you’ type of look. “I love you,” I said. “Your deeds have nothing to do with me and I have nothing to do with them also.” “I am an Omega Wolf, Alexander—” Alaina said. “Who cares?” I took the ring I brought along from my back pocket and went on my knees.

Ansel is whispering something to the Shadow Alpha, and somehow, Alpha Alain whispers something back to him. When they finished, Klea smirked at Ansel. ‘Finally I am able to escape Ansel’s wrath.’ She trailed behind Alain as he sauntered away. Klea shifted on her heel for a second and stuck out her tongue at Ansel. ‘I’m going to be fucked again, Alpha. Tell Sasha that the Shadow Alpha loves my body.’ Ansel knew what she meant by that smirk and tongue. But somehow, Ansel shook his head and beamed back to Klea.