Novel & Cerita Harlequin/silhouette Series Romances

“The question stands. Do I, a defiled she-wolf, deserve a perfect mate such as you?” “Nothing in this world is perfect,” Silas murmured. “But everything has its counterpart, and harmony is its fruit. You are my everything, the one I have longed for through lonely years. You are my perfect harmony. My Starlight.” “Oh, Silas!” Angela cried, pouncing on him. Silas let himself fall back, cushioning her with his great frame. “I love you, my fiery Starlight,” he murmured, nuzzling her. “I love you too, my Silver Lining,” she hummed, snuggling into his thick coat, nipping playfully at his chin.

She wrapped her slender arms around my waist, looking up at me with those sea-colored eyes that seemed to shift between blue and gray. ​"You're forgetting again, my love," she whispered, her voice like silk over a blade. "Silas and I... we share a bond that goes far beyond blood. It’s an unholy alliance, one that kept our family alive while others crumbled. And you've always been a vital part of that bond. Don't you remember our nights in the London estate? The three of us? You told me once, under the weight of the black diamonds, that having Silas watch us made you feel like a King with his loyal general."

Silvio placed the machine on the table and looked at her chest with a smirk over his lips. "Beautiful..." She heard him muttering as he wrapped bandages over her tattoed chest. Sadie emotionlessly scoffed as Silvio removed the fabric from her eyes. "You can own my body, but not my heart." She muttered with no emotion. Silvio smirked. His fingers wrapped few stray tendrils of her hair around them as he looked into her eyes. "Get ready to lose," ****

He already told June all about it that June digested calmly. "And what do you think those creatures are?" June asked him. Raia took another book and put it on the table so June could see it. "Ghouls?" June read the titles. "I've been searching for the creatures that match the physiques and characteristics that I saw last time and all I've got is this..." Raia stated before he opened the book on Chapter 5. "In here, it is stated that ghouls are demon-like being or monstrous humanoids that consume human flesh. I don't really know if that's the real thing but I assumed that they are something like that," I said before looking at him.

Chapter 18 – Hyacinth The golden hues of morning seeped through the curtains, dust particles swirling lazily in the sunlight. I lay there, motionless, trying to make sense of the storm raging inside me. Every brush of the sheets against my bare skin felt like a whisper of his touch, a phantom reminder of the night that had unraveled everything. Silas’s arm draped across my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. His breath was steady against the nape of my neck, a soft rhythm that somehow grounded me and terrified me at the same time.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

“No matter how far you run.” Izel didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He only shifted closer, pressing into the familiar weight, letting himself be held, letting the tension ebb just enough to savor the closeness. The night stretched on, silent but charged, two Lamia entwined in the shadows, the sea whispering around them, scales glistening, heat and obsession mingling like smoke over water. “Izel..?” Scarlet stirred, her lashes fluttering as her hand reached blindly for warmth that was no longer beside her. The sheets were cool. His side of the bed was empty.

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

I am Lily, a writer of the darkest, most forbidden desires. By day—or rather, in the quiet hours when the world fades—I craft tales that twist pleasure with primal fear, where innocence shatters under the weight of monstrous hunger. My fingers have never known a lover’s touch. I remain untouched, a virgin whose body stays sealed away while my mind roams the shadows of lust. Every story I pen is an escape, a secret indulgence. The words I spill onto the page are my only release.

Neither did I. The house settled into darkness. But sleep didn’t come easily. Not for me. Not for her. The wind outside moved differently now. Slower. Heavier. Like it was carrying something it didn’t want to drop. I sat in the main room, watching the sealed door. Seraphine stayed on the couch. Quiet. Too quiet. Then it started. A whisper. Not inside the room. Not outside either. Just… near. The air flickered. One of the charms on the wall dimmed.