Novel & Cerita Gilbert Blythe X Reader

I lowered the book in my hand and met her eyes. Jaime opened her mouth to speak, then stopped when she saw my pale face. She frowned, annoyed, and raised her voice. “Who knows if it’s true? You think I’ll believe you because of a death certificate and a medical record? You even want a divorce. Let me tell you, you’ll never get rid of me.” Her voice was sharp and harsh. She would rather believe I wanted sympathy than believe I was sick. I turned my head away and refused to look at her.

"My parents think I do just fine, and I'm never alone. There are things about me you don't know and likely will never, but please don't mistake what I'm telling you for what you want to hear; You speak on a lifestyle I'm dedicated to while knowing nothing about it. You're smart, so educate yourself. I opened my time, my privacy, MY HEART and gave you that second chance. Whether or not you deserved it? I'm not sure yet but I do know I need some time. We'll—I'll be in touch." We'll? I gave her a puzzled look. "We'll...?" Blythe's face paled, and she cleared her throat before reaching into her back pocket and pulling two $100 bills out. Slapping them on the table, she rose in a hurry as if terr

He blinked through the smoke, his breath ragged until the figure stepped closer and Damien could see him clearly through his haze. Gilbert. A cruel smile appeared at the corners of Gilbert’s lips as he looked down at him. "Isn’t this the house of that woman you love?" Gilbert asked slowly, his words dripping with mockery. He tilted his head slightly. "Lyriel… Whitmore??" he added with false innocence, enjoying the torment in Damien’s eyes. Damien didn’t answer and barely looked at Gilbert. His bloodied hands scraped the ground as he dragged himself forward inch by inch. His voice was hoarse and weak, but still clear. “Lyriel…” he muttered again, as if the name was the only thing keeping him

I frown at both of them, not getting it, but Blythe takes a step forward, turning my attention back to the problem at hand. “My Lady,” Blythe says, dipping into a deep bow before the Goddess of Life. I scowl a bit, starting to feel foolish, because if even our pet squirrel knew to bow when he met Life then I really did miss something. “I am very honored to be in your presence.” “This one is polite,” Life says, pointing to Blythe and turning her head to frown at me. “Can’t you be more like him?” “No,” I snap, narrowing my eyes at my ex. “Don’t fall for it. He plays nice real pretty until you find out it’s all in pursuit of a book deal.”

' I told them, before putting up the barrier of our mind. "You guys keep distracting me, don't you?" I said before I looked back at Alexander. "What I was intending to say before I was stopped harshly was, I, Victoria Carla Gibberson, mate of Alexander hunter, accepts Alexander hunter as my rightful mate, my soul mate, and my other half for the rest of my life," I said without a single emotion on my face as everyone in the audience gasped at my words. "Now that you know my position in his life, I hope you'll stop calling me an outsider and her as the insider in his life. Please throne him now." I said to the man and woman who have been standing there for quite some time without any reaction

the tall guy interjected. Beta chuckled, but Blythe responded, "Right, and don't worry, their feeble threats don't faze me. In fact, they should be the ones concerned about how Eros might react when I'm done with this." She raised her left brow, while Beta continued to chuckle. Beta was likely celebrating because he had found his mate. Whatever was befalling us now seemed inconsequential to him. Blythe reached into her pocket, a detail I hadn't noticed before due to her black dress. She crossed her arms over her chest as she retrieved her phone and appeared to dial a number. But, she spoke directly into Eros in her mind, intending to scare him.

Blythe uttered in fear, "I truly do not know anything. I guarantee you that she was still here last night. I tried to check on her as both of you told me to do so, and she was sleeping soundly when I took the chance to see her. I even left her some meals, but it appears that she didn't even eat them. Then just a few minutes ago, I made the decision to just see her again to find out what she would like to eat, but when I came in, she was not in the bed. I assumed she was using the restroom, but when it took so long, I tried to check on her, but she was indeed missing." Blaze is in full panic mode about some kind of woman for some reason, and he is saying harsh things like, "She is literally m

Her face was calm, unreadable, but her grip on the letter had tightened. "You've been watching him." "So has everyone," Ceres replied. "But I looked harder. And I listened." The Mother's Denial Blythe stepped fully into the room. Her robes shimmered like falling twilight, but her eyes were tired. "You've been listening to the wrong voices, Ceres." "Then tell me the right ones." Blythe crossed to a low table and poured herself a glass of water, not offering one to her daughter. "The mark you speak of means nothing."

Gilbert's heart clenched - whatever was going on, he had to find out soon. *** Once inside the privacy of Alexa's room, Gilbert helped her out of her stained dress. As Alexa stood there in her elegant lingerie, a blush spread across her cheeks. Gilbert couldn't help but admire her, his heart pounding in his chest. Every curve, every line, he was eager to explore. Their eyes met, sharing the same desire. He caught his breath, the air in the room becoming thin but intoxicating. "Hey Alexa," he whispered, his voice husky, "You're that beautiful."

Who all greeted me with so much excitement and others kept seeing me as Landon’s girlfriend, which I had to deny so many times that I’m just a friend. “You look really cute.” One of them, Blake commented. He had red hair, a few piercings on his ears and nose, and he was quite tall and muscular. Red beautiful eyes and if I didn’t know him, I would say he was quite a celebrity. He also had tattoos all over his torso except for the visible areas. “Thanks.” I took a step back, and he kept coming forward. “Blake, she is off limits.” Another one named Jeremy came in with a bright smile.