Novel & Cerita Hazel Rainart

She said, and I smiled, taking a step back to look at myself in the mirror. I fixed up the small broche that was in my hair, it was a scorpion one, and ensured that my jewelry was adjusted properly before taking a step back just as I heard Arturo walking inside the room. Seeing him, the stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artists walked out of the room, leaving us alone. I turned around to look at him and he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he held a small blue bag in his hand.

He said with a straight face. “What is it fine lady, anybody bothering you? You don’t have to worry I’ll blow off their heads for you” he said to Eileen’s horror. “Oh dear no, we’re not killing anybody today, i just want you to retrieve an item for me” Eileen quickly stated. “An item? What item could be so precious? Gold? House documents?” B.T asked huffing in some smoke. “It’s a painting of me, I want that painting, if we put it up for exhibition we could sell it for millions and if we put it online we could sell lots of copies and make so much money and most importantly I’ll be famous” she said dreamily.

I nodded and let him pull me away, not even glancing at the mopey shadow trailing behind us. The carousel spun, music soft and dreamy. Rainbow horses danced up and down. Sunlight kissed Archie's grinning face. This? This is happiness. He's everything.

Had the William Sterling who once believed in love, in freedom, in individual will, already begun to fracture under the shackles of inheritance? The car jolted suddenly, and William opened his eyes. Outside, the rain was intensifying. In the distance, the lights of the lakeside villas had come into view—warm, golden glows that in the rainy night seemed both inviting and perilous. He straightened his tie, took a deep breath, and pressed all his emotions down into the deepest recesses of his heart. The rain was still falling, the banquet was still waiting, and tonight he had to become the flawlessly composed Mr. Sterling once again—no matter how many fractures ran through his interior, the ext

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

Even down on the sheltered ground, loose wisps of my hair danced at the edges of my face. The crows and ravens had left their roosting perches in the trees to patrol the skies, painting endless feathery circles in the darkest of inks. They croaked and screamed and cried and shrieked, usurping the final signs of peace from the forest. Soon enough, a single drop of rain fell onto my forehead and dripped down the bridge of my nose. I felt the smoothness of its movement and closed my eyes as another fell onto my cheek and then my hand and then my foot.