Glassheart #descendants Novels & Stories

Chapter 27 Dawn. What is special with my second name? People usually hate their second names because it's ugly. As for me, I hate it for a reason. I despise it for a reason. I was born at dawn, and my mother died at dawn. After her death, it's like the world took me the beauty of dawn to the point that I don't wanna see it anymore. “Dawn,” but what is this that I am feeling everytime Chase calls me by that name? Why is my chest pounding as if he erased the cruel history I had? It was like music to my ears. Everytime he utters it, it makes me forget everything—the pain.

"I will kill you, I will kill you where you stand. How dare you address me, a Queen like this? I will have your pond scum head." "Hush your mouth ghost, you are long dead and your tribe extinct, you are the queen of nothing. Just a remnant spirit with a foul mouth. I have no interest in your bullshit inheritance, nor do I care to be your chosen one. I showed up here and your chosen one did not, which means I Am better than your so-called savior. Therefore, why would I envy someone beneath me or lust after his worthless treasures?

Lin wei looked at the speeding cars in front of her, her eyes sour, "I had a miscarriage." She stood still for a moment, her phone buzzing in her bag. She didn't answer and continued walking forward. She got off the overpass and ahead was the most luxurious commercial district in the city. The exterior of the Guojin Center was adorned with a giant LED display screen, which was currently playing clips from the Chopin International Piano Competition.

You have no idea how busy I've been. Her meaning was clear. Despite being so busy, she still remembered me and Grandma. Two gifts. One was a men's watch in a style I recognized immediately. Chase had posted on social media before about wanting one. The gift meant for Grandma was an ivory pendant. In all our years of marriage, she had never bought Grandma a single gift. This time felt like it had been prepared in advance. I glanced at them both, then tossed them directly into the trash. Scarlett shot to her feet and stamped her foot in anger. "Honey, what's the meaning of this?"

Melloch grinned, “he still squirms deep inside. I can feel him twisting and turning, trying to push me out. His screams ring out like a glorious symphony.” “You’re lying,” she snapped. “Gabriel died. I saw it myself.” “Did he? Are you so certain?” A tear slipped over Aurora’s cheek. If what Melloch said was true then Gabriel was trapped inside a demon. “You’re a monster.” “That matters not. All that matters is you are going to locate the other descendants so I can kill them. Your kind will not interrupt my plans again.” “But my connection to them is too weak. I don’t know where they are.”

“Resilient. Honest. Hardworking. Not the type to chase your name or your money. She’ll keep you balanced, grounded.” Guess Grandpa has found someone good from e from the elite circles. Grandpa watched me carefully, reading every flicker of expression on my face. “She will be good for you, Damien,” he said softly. “Better than anyone else I could’ve chosen. And you know it.” "How can you be so sure, Grandpa?. “She’s the right match, For your future… and for your heart.” "If everything goes well, then you must meet her by the ned of this week", Grandpa finishes.

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

The one who should have been dust centuries ago. "He is using him as a glove," she murmured, her hand dropping to the grey dirt. "He has taken the hearts to feed his own ascension. If his mark settles into your marrow, Betty, the remaining packs will fall before sunrise." "Then we break it," I said, my teeth grinding together until my jaw ached. "Tell me how to rip it out." The Goddess stood up, her long spine popping in the silence. She looked down at a massive, pure white wolf lying at her feet. Unlike the others, this one’s chest was intact, though its eyes were filmed over with grey death.

Light build on her hand, burning Gwanhoya and she screams shaking the whole enchanted forest, turning her eyes first taking the form she used to fight Wezhira. “You said your daughter, right? So, one of my descendants made an abomination with a white witch? No wonder why she was weak. It is a good thing I tore her apart when I did!” her voice sound denser. Genteel remains composed staring at Gwanhoya, “Your mind games won’t work on me!” “Guess we just going to have to do it the old-fashioned way!” “Couldn’t agree more!” Jump from the respective directions and exchange blows creating a wave which reaches the Magical Anchorage and is felt by all of them inside.

A tiny line of red blood instantly trickled down his skin, staining the collar of his flannel shirt. Dad, I screamed, my voice cracking as I slammed my hands against the plastic barrier of the rink. Richard looked directly at me, his smile widening into a monstrous grin. Here is the deal, little girl. You are the last living descendant of the Silver Falls Healers. Your pure blood is the final key to unlocking this relic’s true power forever. He pressed the knife a little deeper into my dad's skin. My dad let out a weak, painful groan, his eyes fluttering open for a split second as he looked at me in pure agony.