Ethel Cain Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

The perfect relief I needed from my emotionally toxic life. I walked along the shelves till I got to the back of the archives. I could hear the descent echoing of my footstep on the marble floor. Here I was, done being the victim of subtle curses. I am going to push Ethan away before the third time because I am no longer going to be a placeholder for him, nor will I leave him ignorant of the conditions. I ran my hands over the thin yet heavy spines till I found the one that seemed to hold secrets. It was a leather-bound book that felt oddly cold, and it had its title written in faded gold.

"Cain! Please stop!" Cain looked down at me, his gaze ice cold. "Tell me, and I'll stop." The chains tightened another notch. Silver toxin seeped into Ethan's hands and ankles. Ethan let out a strangled snarl, veins bulging across his forehead, his body arched taut as a bowstring. I knelt on the ground, pounding Cain's legs like a woman possessed. "I don't know! I swear I don't know! Believe me just once! Just this once!"

Hello to my readers, Thank you for your love and support until now. The story of Calvin and Ethlyn is finally concluded. I hope you liked it. Those who haven't read Book 1 and Book 2. They can read it because it is completed. Please note all the books will be stand-alone as well. * Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story)

He could still feel the electricity of her. "Sir?" his assistant whispered, stepping out of the shadows. "Do we intercept the deed transfer? We can crush her in court." "No," Ethan said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "We protect her. From everything. Even from herself. And if the Cains breathe in her direction? Burn them." Across town, in the decaying Silver Moon packhouse, Gregory Cain sat in his office. He was nursing a glass of cheap bourbon, trying to figure out how to pay the interest on their loans.

It felt like a mental cloud looming over everything around me. I paused as I came across a book with a title that caught my attention – "The Rape Recovery Handbook." Drawing a deep breath, I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one was around, then took the book off the shelf. I opened it and let my fingers skim its pages. I suddenly got reminded of what Vincenzo told me last night about Ethan. Clutching the book tightly against my chest, I decided to call Ethan's mother. The phone rang once, then twice before she answered. Her voice sounded raspy as she spoke, "Hello, Claire?"

Just being in the room. The window showed Baltimore. Gray sky. Gray buildings. A parking structure across the street with cars arranged in neat rows. Someone had left a red sedan on the fourth level, driver's side door not fully closed. I'd noticed it yesterday. It was still there. The door opened. Ethan came in carrying a book. He'd found the hospital library on the second day—a small room on the third floor with outdated magazines and medical textbooks and a shelf of paperback novels with cracked spines. He'd been working his way through a book about the human brain. It had a diagram of a neuron on the cover.

Cain is mated to Ethel. Then why didn't he claim her if he was mated to her, why did he abandon her all these years and suddenly come back into her life? I am not a fool to know that he wants her back now and he wants something else from me. Something I need to figure out quickly before he strikes again, "You are not to see him again and if he does appear to you, you will call out to me." A frown settles on her face at my order, "There was something he wanted to tell me, please let me at least allow him to tell me," she pleads with me.