Faye Aot Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What on earth are you talking about, Mom? I refuse to marry anyone! Why should Ashton be my fiance? Is he even qualified for that position, Mom?" Faye's expression immediately hardened. She couldn't possibly accept this sudden engagement with Ashton. She was the most beautiful woman in Javonbury and possessed the Phoenixborne lineage. She understood that no man in Javonbury was worthy of her.

“Thank you Catia for frightening her. “ I tell Catia who smiled at me like it was the right thing. “But what Catia said is true, all you need is to pass tiny information across and change the positions of a few things and always report to us what the king is up to. Are you in?” I asked Faye. “Still I am not sure if I am the right…” Faye started only for Catia to release a low growl. Faye jumped and then spoke fast. “I will think about it but in the mean time know that I will do nothing to hurt anybody and that I will tell no one of this conversation…”

I slid on of the daisies in her hair behind her ear and slid the second in mine. "There." She threw herself at me again and pulled away when we heard a voice tell her name. "Kayla!" We both turned. Marching towards us was a very familiar face. I stood. "What are you doing here, Kayla? I've been looking everywhere for you!" "I've been with Adi", Kayla said, unbothered. "Who..?" Finally, Quinn looked up, saw me, and took a step back. Immediately, her head fell in a bow.

"Although I remember perfectly that I have already been with Octavius in a similar situation... I don't know how I can explain... The fact that we were together, but within the kingdom of Vraxlon, seemed like something that had never happened before.” "I can't even remember having a night watching shameless couples and exposed in a window during the sexuäl act, let alone being seduced by incubes who know very well how to give a good kiss," Faye said with fun in her mischievous red eyes. "But I confess that for a little moment I forgot that I needed food to survive. I must thank you, my friend, for giving me an ounce of joy in the midst of the nothing I feel all the time.” I kept the way my e

I show it to Faye. She reads it. She looks at the photograph for a long moment. Then she looks at me. "She is fourteen years old," she says. "Yes," I say. "And she named it," she says. "Yes," I say. I type back to Sera: See you Thursday. Her response: I know. I am already packed. I have been packed since last week. I look at this message. I look at Faye. She is smiling. The real one. "Thursday," she says.