Demelza A Novel Of Cornwall Mga Nobela at Kwento

--- The Citadel has awakened. Irsi has set her final trap. And Emma walks now not just into a throne room— But into the center of forgetting. Where memory, love, and flame will either survive… Or vanish forever.

Gemila furrowed her brows. “I don't." She replied immediately. Her smiles were gone now and she wore a serious face. “Are you Chloe Richardz?" She asked and Gemila frowned. How can someone who doesn't work here know her name? And how did she even know the road to the restroom? Something isn't right here. “I'm sorry who are you?" Gemila asked too with a serious face. It's now jokes apart. “I'm Delia, your kidnapper." The young lady replied and before Gemila could make out what the girl had said, she brought out a small can from underneath her sleeves and sprayed it on Gemila's face.

“But I dug deeper. I know his secrets. Secrets dark enough to gut him alive.” Estelle tilted her head, curiosity flickering through her envy. “And now?” “Now?” I leaned close, brushing her cheek with mine, savoring her scent, her heat. “Now Delilah is here, under my roof, exactly where she belongs. Not in the way I planned—but I’ve learned to play with broken pieces.” My grin widened, wolfish. “And Thorne? He’s already on the board, trapped, exactly where I want him. He’ll never let her out of his sight… which makes it all the easier to tighten the noose.”

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 standard-markdown"> Amelia woke to the sensation of being held. Not trapped. Not possessed. Just held. Carefully. Tenderly. Like she was something precious that might shatter if gripped too tight. It took her a moment to remember where she was, what had happened, why her body felt like it had been torn apart and stitched back together wrong. Then it all came rushing back in a wave that made her gasp. The battle. The memory. The bond.

He remembered the deal 'they' had promised, and greed had taken over his mind. He squeezed the glass bottle in his hand and narrowed his eyes. In any case, they had fainted and had to be slaughtered. He hoped everything went as planned. Delia’s POV “Delia！！” Someone called my name hastily in my ear. My foggy brain began to clear. In my blurry vision, I saw a familiar face. kral. "Master? "I tried to speak but found my voice was extremely weak. I seemed to be lying in bed. The strange decorations around me reminded me of a completely strange room. I thought I was at a dinner party? What is this place?

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage but I didn’t mind it right now. I’ve been communicating with my fiancé for a long time now over letters.

But I was grateful that she wasn’t snapping at me anymore. The hallway curved toward the southern corridor of the estate, and I nearly turned toward the stairs, until I heard a soft clinking sound coming from the sitting room at the corner of the east wing. I peered in, and Melissa DeLuca was sitting by herself on a velvet armchair, hunched forward with a silk cloth in one hand and a small brass medal in the other. She was polishing it gently, like someone who had done it so many times the movements no longer needed thinking.

The book felt heavier than paper should. She knew why. The photograph inside it. The little girl with tangled hair and bright eyes. The woman smiling beside her. The day before everything burned. She swallowed and slid the book back into place. The door chimed at nine sharp. Mrs. Edith Dalloway entered with quiet efficiency, thermos tucked beneath one arm. “Morning, Clara,” she said, removing her gloves. “You look like you wrestled your dreams.” Clara forced a smile. “Just restless.”

But then the door unlocked with a loud click, and she exhaled in relief. The room beyond was vast and dimly lit, filled with filing cabinets, shelves of old documents, and several locked trunks. Amelia stepped inside cautiously, her eyes scanning the room for anything that might confirm her suspicions. --- It didn’t take long for her to find what she was looking for. Tucked away in a corner was a box labeled with her mother’s name. Amelia’s breath hitched as she pulled it off the shelf, her hands shaking. She placed it on the ground and opened it, revealing a collection of documents, photographs, and handwritten notes.

I sipped my wine one more time, I got off the bar stool and approached them. —— “So how do you know… emm Delilah!.” I saw that question coming a mile away. Melina joined me on the couch. “It’s a very complicated first meeting!.” I replied and kissed Melina. She was tense. I guess she was scared of Delilah. “Sorry I took almost forever!.Some lady almost beat me up for using the F word!.” Delilah said as she walked back in. Melina looked back at Delilah with jealousy in her eyes.