Fourth Wing Chapter 27 Xaden Pov Novels & Stories

“You think you have it all figured out. I’m the bad guy. I’m the one who came here to seduce you and use you. Even though I told you that I love you, you throw it back into my face. Did you care about me at all? Or did you go home, disgusted, after you’d slept with me?” That got him to move. He grabbed her by the arms: his fingers dug into her biceps, not enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention. “You never disgusted me. I wanted you the moment I first saw you. I still want you. I dream about you and Jesus Christ, Joy, don’t you know the goddamn truth? I love you so much it kills me, and it kills me that you did this and that I love you still.” “Fuck you, Adam Danvers,” she whispered.

“Now, wait you just a moment. Sit back down. I said I not be changing me mind. It doesn’t mean you’s can’t convince me.” I knew then he was bluffing. There was something else he wanted more, and the pearls were just a test to see how far I’d go. (End of Wings of Momentum) *** I hope you enjoyed Reggies little time in the spot light. Ayda's second installment will be started sometime time soon in Heart Of Hell. I hope you watch for it, and know I appreciate all the readers who've taken the time to read my stories, much love! XXo

Ariana pov My wolf should have been tearing free by now, flooding my veins with power, but all I felt was the hollow thud of my heartbeat and hundreds of eyes drilling into my skin. “Again,” Alpha Darius ordered from his platform. “Focus harder, girl.” I closed my eyes and dug deeper into myself. For eighteen years I had dreamed about this moment. But the emptiness inside me only stretched wider. “She’s broken,” someone whispered. “I’ve never seen an awakening fail like this.”

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.

Chapter 1: Today, Yu Meng was in a good mood, hence decided to take a stroll in the space hall. But, with her unworldly beauty, she naturally attracted many bees and butterflies, so she walked in large strides but just as she was about to turn right, she felt a strong force squashing her whole body to ground. “What is happening-“ Yu Meng frowned in pain and gradually her consciousness faded away.

* Warning this chapter may contain a sexual scene that may be disturbing to readers * 《 Aurora's pov 》 I didn't want to be punished. But knew I couldn't protest or plead. Pleading would get me nowhere with Xavier. I gulped, trying to swallow as much saliva as I can to help my parched throat. The red was dangerous. The look in his eyes was dangerous. I could feel a thin layer of sweat coat my skin as I waited for his punishment. I can handle anything he throws at me. I've handled worst. I will not show him the satisfaction of having me fear his words. I chant inwardly but knew I couldn't live up to the words.

I couldn't allow this. I was going to them. Or I would fight them till they killed me. ♾ You've come to the end of this chapter. Thank you for reading Chapter Twenty-Two| Rogue Force Adriana is getting braver by the minute! Love, Coco

The kitchen is exactly as it was. I move back to stand at the glass wall that faces the city and I press two fingers to it — light, the way you test a surface for heat. Cold. Real. I look at the city and mutter to myself. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this, Marcus.” Some boy. ‘Uncle Adrian.’ *•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•* The Aldridge Foundation dinner is exactly what it always is.

It didn’t fix the way my chest still tightened when I remembered the fight. It didn’t fix the way I still wanted him. My eyes strayed to where Xaden stood, memories of the previous night fresh in my heart. ---------- "Violet, I will not have you disrespect me before my pack." Xaden uttered darkly, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. "And I'd not have you humiliate me!" I fired back, jerking upright on his bed. "Humiliate you?" He scoffed. "yes--" I started, jumping to my feet to stand facing him.

My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, pacing. And then it hit me. Her scent. Vanilla. Sweet. Warm. Like soft fingers trailing down my chest. Like sin itself wrapped in silk. And then—laughter. Her laughter. I froze, breath caught in my throat, every muscle locking tight. Slowly, carefully, I edged toward the open archway leading to the soldier’s courtyard. And there she was. My angel. Smiling. Laughing. For him. Xaden stood in front of her, towering and shirtless, a fresh bandage wrapped around his arm. She stood close—too fucking close—retying the bandage, fingers gentle and soft, head tilted, lips curved into a smile that I hadn’t seen in days.