Dolores Cannon First Book Novels & Stories

“I feel that this is it. Whatever it is I am meant to find, I feel that it is here. My father, he said that the island was a big place. I think that what he meant was that the Notre Dame was not the only place on the island to search. That our final clue is beside the Notre Dame.” They walked to the door, preparing to open it, when suddenly, the door opened wide, startling them. Before them stood a tall, strikingly beautiful vampire, wearing a white robe and hood. She pulled it back, revealing light blue eyes and long, brown hair. She looked right at Caitlin and smiled. “Caitlin,” she said. “We have been awaiting you. Welcome.” Caitlin and Caleb exchanged a glance. The woman stepped aside, a

Not waiting to behold the fallout, I scramble out of the dining room, fleeing back to the nursery. Once back in the room, I ignite a taper from the room's only wall sconce. I make my way to my dark cell, lighting the little oil lamp on the nightstand next to my sleeping pallet. The small oil lamp sheds enough light for me to open my newly acquired trunk and grab another woolen tunic. I change and performing a cursory exam of the fading burn marks on my thighs, relieved that the soup is not any hotter because this is a time where I could die from a splinter.

I tell him. "So, you're telling me that some goddess has given me to you?" He asks. I laugh, "When you put it like that, it makes it almost sound heinous. Let me tell you a story so you may better understand,” I say. “Actually, you might recognize the first part of this story,” I tell him. “And why is that?” He questions. “Because the goddess in this story is Alira the same one that the Fires were named after,” I say.

1: AMBIVALENCE: An Interracial Billionaire Love Story 2: THE HUSBAND TRAP And y'all know my author name already, but I'm still gonna put it here for context. Cassandra Lennox. Thank you again. Now scroll for chapter 21. Let's see if Dorian will find his mystery woman.

It rumbled very loudly like it was about to rain. I went crimson red. I was burning in the flames of mortification. "I'm sure you are not." He commented, sarcasm dripping from each word. I burned even more. Why stomach! Why can't you wait a bit longer until we leave here, and you have to handle your problem by yourself? "Don't make me repeat myself." He took his seat waiting for me to follow suit. I twisted my mouth to the side and rolled my eyes. But nonetheless, I complied. The first thing I tasted on the table was yogurt. I closed my eyes, savouring the taste of the heavenly goodness as it melted on my tongue. I took another spoon before moving on to the doughnuts. I moaned loudly.

Call upon the man who helped you before. Who was Sugar referring to? What man? The only men she could think of were in this mess with her. Who else was there? Who? Smoke penetrated the room as the flames shot around the house. Dennis struggled to keep his coughing from disturbing his wounds. “You two can stick around if you want,” Brandon said with conviction. “I have no desire to go this way! I’m using this!” He reached over for the box of ammunition to load the rifle.

It's like something out of a horror movie. We walk down the empty streets, our footsteps echoing in the silence. It's like the whole place is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. I feel a chill run down my spine as we pass a building with a sign that reads, "The Last Chance Saloon." It's a small, run-down bar with boarded-up windows and a shattered door hanging off its hinges. The smell of smoke lingers in the air, and I freeze. "You smell that?" "Yeah." Alec's fangs pop out—the first time I've seen it happen—and I actually jerk back. "Someone had a fire going here."

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

🖤 When it was almost eight by morning, Cannon heard a knock on his cabin. As soon as he uttered, “Come in.”, Dylan got into his cabin with a file in his hand. He put the file in front of Cannon on the table, “Sir, here is the information you asked for.” Cannon took the file and started checking it. Few things caught his attention. Among them there was a picture. He felt like everything got clear to him. She loved me! Who was I kidding actually! Cannon got thinking for a moment. His emerald green eyes got darker with the increasing anger in him.