Novel & Cerita Harlequin/silhouette Series Romances

“ Evil, like a darkness lurking deep within my soul. It takes over piece by piece until it consumes you entirely, leaving nothing but darkness. It turns you into someone you don’t want to be. Your thoughts and actions are no longer your own.” I watched him closely as he explained, hearing the fear in his voice. I felt a pang of sympathy. He seemed in so much pain. Without realizing it, I placed my hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze. He looked up, startled. I quickly pulled my hand away, but he reached out, taking it back and staring deep into my eyes. It seemed he wanted to say something but decided against it and looked away. “ Sorry,” he said, releasing my hand and sulking back into

In the damp, lightless hollow of the Maw, surrounded by the ash and flame of the dead, the Prince and the Sovereign collided. It wasn't a mating of intellect and elegance. It was a "Siren’s Lament" played on skin and bone. Silas took her with a lethal intensity, his movements a rhythm he’d honed over a thousand sleepless nights of dreaming of her. He claimed her with a dark, twisted possessiveness that made the breeding cycle Xander wanted look like a children’s game.

Silence fell like a wave that knew it had something to swallow. Julien was the first to speak. “Oh, look,” she said, crossing one long leg over the other as she perched on the reception bench. “The whore’s wearing pearls now. How elegant.” My blood went cold. The words came soft. Sweet. Dipped in venom and sprayed with perfume. Just loud enough for Silvia to hear - just quiet enough for plausible deniability. Silvia didn’t flinch. Her steps didn’t falter. But I saw the way her jaw clenched, her spine locked, her gaze flickered to the side. She held her head high like the queen I knew she was and walked straight past Julien without a glance.

A tenuous alliance, forged out of necessity and common enemies, had been solidified by the profound disclosure of Silas's true loyalty and his complex role in her father's grand scheme. With her father's legacy weighing heavily on her and the dull, persistent pain in her broken finger serving as a stark reminder of Aurora's vicious cruelty, Violet realized they needed to move quickly to avoid detection, negotiate the perilous shadows of the Romano estate, and unearth the terrible truth revealed in the "Chronicles of the Serpent." With a grim, determined expression on his face, Silas took Violet's arm and touched it firmly and urgently. His voice was a low, guttural whisper as he ordered, "Co

she signed and asked Jacqueline. “Oh! He is Xavier Hills of the Silent Moon Pack” she signed back. When growing up, she had heard so much about the Hills pack family, and she had heard her father saying they were silent but the most feared pack of the entire wolf packs they had ever known. Jacqueline turned to look at the Alpha and then heads to turn and sign to Nathalia that the Alpha wanted to have a conversation with her. Now she knew she could no longer avoid him or his eye contact he had seen her talk with Jacqueline, which meant she could talk to him too without any worry.

The only thing was that his skin was coarse and that he had a scar marring his cheek. I curtsied. "Greetings, Your Highness. I'm Giselle Chapman of the Chapman family." Gideon was taken aback. Then, he hurriedly helped me up. "Please, Ms. Chapman. There's no need to be so polite." His Majesty and Aunt Melanie were happy to see that we didn't have any problems getting along. His Majesty approached us with a smile and said, "What do you think of this brat now that you've met him, Gigi? If you feel like you two can get along, I'll issue a decree for your marriage."

He smelled of aged parchment, smoldering amber,a scent that bypassed reason and went straight to the primal core. Lyra drew a steadying breath, turning slowly. Silas Thorne was Incubus perfection sculpted in living shadow. Tall, broad-shouldered, clad in impeccably tailored charcoal-grey trousers and a loose black silk shirt open at the throat, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, powerful chest. His eyes, the colour of molten gold ringed with obsidian, held hers with unnerving intensity. There was no menace, only a profound, ancient knowing that promised both challenge and unimaginable pleasure.

But it was getting harder by the second, downstairs, Sienna had moved her lips from Nathan’s neck to his jaw, leaving a trail of kisses that made me want to scream. “I remember how good we were together,” she murmured against his skin. “How perfect we fit, don’t you remember, Nathan? Don’t you miss what we had?” Nathan’s hands were still on her wrists but he wasn’t pushing her away anymore. His eyes were closed and his breathing had gotten heavier. I could see the conflict written all over his face. And then I saw his eyes flash silver. Kael. Kael was trying to surface. Relief flooded through me for just a moment. Kael would push her away.

The girl nodded and stepped back, biting her lip. Silas was waiting in the study. He didn’t look like what most imagined when they heard the word “guardian.” Where Damián was brute strength and Klaus military strategy, Silas was knowledge. Blond, blue-eyed, a little shorter than me though not by much. He wore a long tunic over casual clothes and round glasses that made him look younger than he was. If you saw him on the street, you’d think he was a literature student, not one of the five deadliest warriors in the wolf world.

He looked down at his yellow stained cuticles and felt a sudden, sharp spark of defiance. If the world wanted to hear from the Silent Artist of Surulere, he would give them a voice they weren't expecting one that didn't require a single vowel to be understood. He reached for a fresh page in his book, the charcoal scratching a rhythmic, confident beat against the paper. He wasn't preparing a speech; he was mapping a revolution.