Novel & Cerita Francine Rivers The Last Sin Eater

It was suddenly quiet which was strange, not even a sound of a cricket could be heard and Evelyn clutched my clothes. “Is th.. that also a squirrel?” “Shhh….not a word.” She nodded obediently and pressed her lips together while I kissed her hair. I wasn't good when it came to perceiving any scent aside from my mate but I couldn't miss this one. I've encountered them severally here; they even had the effrontery to barge into my Kingdom. This Vampire hunters were sturbborn as fuck!! Their scent swirled heavily in my nose and I held Evelyn closely, we stood there impatiently without moving and what happened next made my mate scream with horror.

“Help me get her in the bag. We’ll dump her somewhere far from here.” I hesitated, my hands shaking. “I can’t—” “You don’t have a choice,” he snapped. “Now, help me.” Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to move. Together, we lifted Chloe’s lifeless body and stuffed it into the bag. The smell of blood and alcohol was nauseating, but I pushed through it, my mind numb. Ray zipped up the bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Go get some bleach and a mop. We need to clean up the blood.”

Rather she looked fairly happy, that is up until the very last part, when they had asked what promise she and Frank made, that was when she had averted her gaze and uttered that it was nothing. That, now that was a lie. It was obvious that the promise made was much more than nothing. "Lance, is something wrong?" Frank questioned as he noticed that Lance seemed lost in his own thoughts and mind. Lance snapped out of his thoughts. "Yes," he answered, uncertainly. "But...are you sure you don't know or perhaps remember Rosalie Grant?" Lance pulled out his phone, unlocked it and found a picture of Roxanne along with her grandmother. He zoomed in on Rosalie and showed the picture to Frank. "Her. D

But another question lingers in my mind, one that keeps me up at night. “Evelyn,” I murmur, “what do you know about the Frinx?” She blinks, taken aback. “The Frinx? Why?” I hesitate, debating how much I should reveal. “I read something about it. How it creates glaciers… but at a cost.” Her expression darkens. “Yes. It does.” I lean in. “But did Anoryl know?”

Dacre She whispered and her sweet voice filled my ears. She was an enchantress and a beauty that had ascended from hell itself. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I tried to speak but it was as if she had caught hold of my voice and did not allow me to utter a word. Her soft hands reached for my face and caressed my chin as she leaned forward, her supple breasts pushing into my chest. While I fumbled with words, Greg’s pained cries filled the room as Yesmir tore his skin, his teeth sinking into his eyes as blood poured out of them.

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in