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When I hung up with a clean click, my ears were finally at peace, but my heart felt heavy and stifling like it had been stuffed with cotton. The way Oliver cried kept flashing through my mind—tears and snot all over his face, gasping like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and wiping his tears while screaming, "Don't go." Was he auditioning for a soap opera or something?

Matan just rubbed her back while she cried her heart out. “My poor, dear girl. “He soothed, all the while smoothing her hair down her back. He couldn’t help but kiss the top of her head while soothing her. He opened the door to her room and gently walked her in. He sat them down on her bed until she calmed down. He was aware of the inappropriateness of his presence in her bedroom but he did not care. He swallowed though because of the temptation to just take advantage and take her but his conscience and upbringing won. He laid her down gently on her bed and took off her shoes before tucking her in. She was still wearing her work clothes but if he so much as remove one piece of her clothing,

Jennifer My thumb hovered over the screen, refreshing Eloise’s I*******m page for what felt like the thousandth time today. Every refresh brought a new wave of bile rising up my throat. “Eloise Sinclair stuns the industry with emotional Ironheart collection.” “A mother’s heartbreak turned into sculptural brilliance.” “Upcoming face of resilience and feminist expression.” I threw my phone across the marble kitchen counter. It skidded and slammed into the ceramic vase at the edge. The vase wobbled but didn’t fall. I clenched my jaw in irritation.

she said. I opened it. I pointed to the library stamp on the title page. "This." She looked at it, her expression unchanging. "I see." "It's the only thing that feels real," I said, the words tumbling out. "The rest is… noise. I don't know who I am. I don't know my name. I don't know why I'm here. But this… this feels like a key." "It is," she said. "And it isn't." She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a slim, silver object. A car key. She placed it on the bench between us. "You're going to drive west. To the sea."

The room was dim, lit only by the flickering embers in the hearth, but it couldn't hide the way his chest was heaving. "You're hurt," I whispered, reaching out toward the blackened, smoking fabric of his vest where my power had struck him. "Silas, I hit you. I didn't know... I didn't know I had that in me." He caught my wrist mid-air. His skin was scorching, but his gaze was cold as a winter night. "What you have in you, Elara, is a death sentence. Do you understand that? You aren't just a human girl I bought at an auction anymore. You are the Silver Spark. The herald of the Great Shift."

“You are my most cherished little lamb. As for Jessica, I believe she has already learned how to be sensible. Unless she wants me to dissolve the mate bond and become an unwanted outcast.” I clenched my fists tightly, barely managing to suppress the bitter sorrow overflowing in my heart. It turned out that even after restarting life, hearing my husband treat me with such cold detachment still brought a wave of heartache. I composed my emotions and walked into the house as if nothing happened. Alexander stepped out of Lilith's room, a trace of awkwardness flashing across his face. “You're back? Lilith is not feeling well, so I brought her some medicine.” I gave a faint murmur in response, tur

I whisper, my spine locked straight as iron. Luna and Julia do not hesitate for a single second, shifting their bodies in front of my plus-size frame, their claws extending to match the guards' steel weapons. The rest of the Silverhowl pack servants remain frozen outside the barrier, too cowardly to interfere. The keepers step closer, their scents dripping with raw, explicit desire as they scan my thick, voluptuous hips beneath the silver dress. "There is still enough time for your heavy thighs to submit, Eloise. Crawl into the changing cave, strip your skin for our recording crystals, and let us take a few large-scale erotic images for the market. Do that, and our fangs will overlook your h

“But not for her protection, nor for safe passage. No, we will be praying for her to send her greatest weapon to wipe out this stain on her domain. There is no need to speak aloud, just close your eyes and pray in whatever way works best for you. Pray that she shines her light upon us, pray that she sees us through this nightmare. But mostly pray that she sends the Silver Myst.” A gasp filled the circle, and just like that, after simply hearing his name, the little hope that I managed to instill in their hearts exploded to a whole new level. Compared to the Silver Myst, and the fire that his mere name inspires in all law-abiding wolves, I was nothing. And I was perfectly content with that. F

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

"I never thought that the orphanage is highly educated to read ancient spells." Nero looked at Elise with his crescent doubtful eyes. His eyes become grayer to Elise. wow. He is darn beautiful! Elise is in the hot seat but she can't help but to admire his beauty. Elise is a sucker for beautiful things in the world. Even in her previous life, she was a professional fangirl. "I only like this for the cover. I didn't really understand the words." Elise lied in the straight face. "Hmmm,"