Dawn's Ballad Novels & Stories

He spoke again, "A toast to buy the whole world." I nodded. We touched our lips to the glass. The cold liquid touched my tongue, filled my mouth, then went down my throat. Emerald Green is so good! I opened my eyes wide and took another. Without realizing it, I finished it all. Graciano smiled slightly. He had half the wine in his glass. His gray eyes watched me. For a few moments, I was trapped in silence with him. "This is the best wine ever, Mr. Davis," I announced.

Damian’s POV Dawn, when it finally came, was the kind that crept—not the dramatic sluice of gold you see in paintings, but the shy, reluctant light of winter. A nearly imperceptible shift: shadows thinning over hardwood, pale blue leaking across the city’s spires, as if the world, too, tiptoed for fear of disturbing her.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Dawn The Dawn was quiet. For the first time in weeks, the sky was clear, pale gold light touching the snow, washing the bloodstained ground in a fragile promise of warmth. Shadowstorm moved through the aftermath with quiet reverence, warriors carrying the bodies of the fallen to the pyre built beyond the treeline, where the snow had been cleared for the farewell. Raven stood before the fire, Shadow and nightfire calm beneath her skin, wrapping her in a quiet strength.

Giovanni curled in on himself and went silent. I calmly watched for a brief moment before turning away. "Come on, Papa's waiting for us," I said with a smile, taking my children's hands again. We walked toward the tall, gentle figure waiting for us in the sunlight. The day was bright and warm, and I no longer dreamed in the dark.

" You have successfully captured my heart.." " After going through the storm for the entire night, the dawn has come," "You are my dawn." " Will you be different? Will you love me well? Will you love me differently? Unlike them," The MC was crying as she read the note out loudly. "That's the inspiration behind The dawn love gown. It was written by the gown's designer." She explained, her emotions unstable. It was touching, scratching hearts in a farmilar way, and any were losing themselves in the dawn moment.

My eyes trail over her, oversized sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt in some dark color, dark circles under her eyes that weren't there before, her wavy hair piled up in a messy bun like she hasn't had the energy to do anything else with it. "Dawn." Her name comes out of me barely above a whisper, and I move toward her without thinking, but she immediately wraps her arms around herself, pulling inward, making herself as small as possible. My chest tightens painfully. My Dawn looks so broken standing there. My little fox. Fuck. "You know," I say, not even really a question. Tears well up in her eyes, and she just nods, and I feel my throat tightening. "Oh fuck, Dawn, I didn't—"

Seeing that I didn’t react at all, a shadow flickered in his eyes, and he turned back and kissed her deeply. Just then, my phone suddenly rang. Before I could even answer, Jake’s eyes lit up. His voice carried barely concealed excitement. “Do you still listen to that song?” I was taken aback. I was just about to ask what he meant when it suddenly clicked: this song had been our song back then, which I had long forgotten. I’d only set it as my ringtone because I liked it, but clearly, Jake had misunderstood. There was a spark in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something more. I simply ignored him and picked up the call.

A large mirror appeared in front of me. I was pinned in a hidden corner behind it. The sounds started quickly. Two figures tumbled onto the bed. Serena tore open Ethan's white shirt. "Come on, let me see if you still have those abs. I've been dying for this." Ethan glanced at me through the mirror, then turned back to Serena. "You know I'm not Caleb. You never give me much time. Two days from now you won't be mine anymore. So tonight, can we pretend this is our wedding night?"

He is not worried if ever Dustine will know. “Why am I here, Jasper?” Dawn asked. He cleared his throat before responding. “Because we need to prepare for the ball, whether you like it or not. Dawn, please, cooperate, you are Dustine’s mate, so please.” Dawn brows furrowed. Mate? Her? It’s impossible. She grows up, she knows who she is and she is aware that an abandoned wolf, like her, will never have a mate. “It’s impossible,” she said.

All around us in the wind women and mens shrill whines and cries makes my blood run cold. “One down, more to go.” Athale says with grim satisfaction as she walks to Dawn, a pleased expression on her beautiful face. Dawn grins at her, as an explosion makes both of us fly into the forest. Dawn hits a three, and momentary blackness overcomes our senses.