Novel & Cerita Heartis Venice

Then, Dante’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes narrowing into dangerous, lethal slits. "Venice," Dante said, his voice carrying a heavy, dangerous weight that sliced clean through the quiet air of the gym. "I gave you explicit instructions not to use this line unless it was an absolute emergency." The name hit me like a splash of freezing water. Venice. My chest constricted. For a fraction of a second, my mind went entirely blank. The rhythm of the training vanished, replaced by a sudden, irrational surge of jealousy and distraction that completely threw off my footing.

"Take it and buy whatever your heart desires. There's no limit." I stared at him speechlessly. Then I added, "He’s handsome too." Jenson immediately stood up and walked over to me. Leaning down slightly, he spoke against my ear, his warm breath brushing my skin. "And you believe I’m not?" His ridiculously handsome face was suddenly inches away from mine. My heartbeat skipped hard enough to hurt, and I instinctively avoided his gaze. "N-No, that’s not what I meant..." Seeing me blush, Jenson curled his lips in satisfaction before returning to his seat. "What else?" he asked. "What other qualities does he have that make you so attached to him?"

According to Gideon, our pack doctor, it was a miracle that he managed to survive the injection of so much Red Venom and still didn't shift. Red Venom is a substance restricted in the werewolf's world, no matter of circumstance, those who use it are punished severely, the poison is undetectable and forces werewolves into feral shift and bloodlust, and the majority of those who were poisoned will not survive. But somehow, both Hank and Hayden managed to do it.

"And the person in my heart is Jasmine. She's the only one who can be my bride." Tracy froze for a second, then raised her voice. "Then why do you miss every year?" … Edward stiffened. Tracy refused to let it go. "You clearly can hit Jasmine's handkerchief, but you choose to miss on purpose. Doesn't that mean you don't want to marry her? "If you don't want to marry her, then you must want to marry me. Otherwise, why would you treat me so well? Every time Jasmine and I argue, you always take my side. It's because you love me more!"

For a second, I couldn’t breathe, then I pulled away like I’d been burned. “What...” I didn’t let her finish. I turned and walked away. Got into my car and I drove off fast. I can't let her get in my head like that. I just kept driving, hoping to clear my head. Then my phone buzzed. A message, I glanced at it, from Palermo. “The deal is off.” I cursed under my breath. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. Vincent. What has he done now? I knew this would happen. Vincent was never built for this.

Zivah had a range of guys around her and to guess who this him would be, I'd have to be a mind reader. "Who is him Zivah?" "Sebastian Ricci!" I felt my jaw drop and blinked twice. "Ricci?" I questioned, wondering if I had heard right. "Yes him." She gritted her teeth. I could feel her frustration and anger through the phone. My God, when Zivah is pissed, which she is half of the time, it's the end of the world.

They were afraid to tell me that I was going to hell to meet the Emperor and his son. But I ignored them. Prince Alaric would never disappoint me no matter what. Fourteen days has passed and there was no reply from the Emperor. My heart was beating faster than usual. I was worried. Did prince Alaric change his mind? It was possible, he might have chosen another princess whose kingdom was closed to him. Like Elizabeth. I heard she was one of the most beautiful women from the East. She came for my Birthday even though I did not invite her. When I asked they said, she was a guest of prince Alaric! Could you imagine such a thing??

“Honey, we have to leave. I have someone coming to pick us up in an hour. I will not let anything happen to you or our precious baby. I will give you everything your heart has ever desired. I promise you.” “Don’t worry. I trust you.” They walked out hand in hand knowing that if they had each other, all would be well eventually. They then stopped at the side of the road to wait for the traffic flow to subside. Once it was clear to cross, they crossed together. But out of nowhere, a van came hurtling down the road. Crash!! A woman was hurled quite the distance by the speeding vehicle. Without checking whether the woman was hurt, the driver of the black van took off without a moment’s hesitatio

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

I was almost done, almost safe, when the television above the counter flickered on, a news anchor’s voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. “Breaking news: Marcus Carter, an American billionaire and CEO of one of the world’s most renowned wine brands, Carter’s Wine, has contacted Venetian authorities for assistance in locating his wife, Ella Harper, who vanished weeks ago. The doctor, who came to Venice to participate in a specialization program, disappeared without a trace. Marcus Carter fears for her safety and is desperate to find her, offering a ten-thousand-dollar reward for any information leading to her whereabouts.”