Novel & Cerita His Savior Her Executioner

“And like the coward he is, he chose to save himself. So now, before you and before our new allies, Adolf and Kendalia Riversun, we will abide by our promise.” My blood ran cold. Even though I was glad Gregory had chosen to save the kingdom, that still meant that I would die. I closed my eyes as they filled with tears. My body trembled inconsolably as the executioner walked towards me. I lowered my head and hoped everything would end quickly. I tried to fill my head with images of happy moments, my brothers and I playing as kids, the time I went to the lake with Gregory, the sensations I experienced every time he kissed me… I would cherish those moments forever… even if my forever was about

"Alpha Quinn, my name is Ezra. I'm a warrior for the Black Ridge Pack. The girl behind you belongs with us, she is the daughter of our Beta Donovan. She is a deserter but She is meant to be Alpha Stone's next mate by the full moon. Oh, the fuck she is. I'll tear everyone of these men apart and anyone else who tries to come for her, she isn't going anywhere, least of all back to Alpha Stone. He killed two women that he was mated to and he would never ever take my mate from me. I'll never let anyone take her from me, and I'll die protecting her if that's what this comes down to. I can feel the sudden anger rolling off of my mate in waves as she's crouched down behind me. The men try to take a

I pressed the gun harder against his head, grinding steel into skin. “That doesn’t make you a king,” I snarled. “That makes you a criminal. A parasite. A disease rotting everything it touches.” The old man leaned back just slightly in his chair, lips twitching at the corners. Almost a smile. “And you’re the cure?” I let the grin spread across my own face, sharp, feral. “No. I’m the executioner. I’m here to erase you from existence to stop the rot.” For the first time, I saw something crack in his mask like a flicker. Maybe a ghost of recognition. Maybe fear. Maybe respect. Didn’t matter.

Damiano might be the ‘Italian Devil’ for everybody else, but for her, he was ‘Her Italian Savior’. Damiano never stopped looking for her, always finding her every time she needed to be found. He saved her from loneliness, protected her, and forgave her. Gave her a wonderful little boy. Their hearts, their lives were forever connected in this life and in the next ones. The crooked position of her neck forced Thea to turn back. Damn the cast! Damn the fact that she couldn’t put her arms around him and stay like this forever.

“A boy with nothing to lose, who owes me his survival. That is worth far more than vengeance.” The words left Rico reeling, he couldn’t tell if they were a gift or a cage. Was Salvatore truly kind—or was he simply binding Rico with invisible chains, using mercy as the hook? He didn’t sleep that night. He lay awake on his blanket, staring into the dark, his mind a storm. The Boss wanted him back with promises of love. Kross was hunting him with a desperation that could turn into protection or destruction. And now Salvatore—this man of warmth and steel—was revealing himself as both savior and executioner, the very shadow behind the death that had cursed Rico’s life.

" It's just like we always say— we are a knot that cannot be unknotted even with all storms and fires— for my shadow will always fall against yours." He brought up that candle smile of his. His eyes, for a moment, reflected something that she couldn't define. " We?" He straightened up eventually. His face turned fierce— undefined emotions sculpting his look. " Uh... wil-William Shakespeare." He stated, beckoning her forward. Even while she was hesitant, she took steps closer to him— her mind silently reminding her of what she was supposed to do— to kill him otherwise Sophia would die. For all she knew, she had less than a week to do so. Fourteen days were slowly slipping away like melting ca

she says. When she and Xander leave, I text my father. Me: What’s the verdict? Dad: The Alphas are going to be executed for their role in knowingly enslaving dragon kind and keeping their existence a secret. The council will handle that, but the rest of us are spreading out to go take on the packs that did this intentionally and you mother and sisters will rescue the descendants of dragons. Me: Do you need help? Dad: Help your mate. She needs you.

Ethan Caldwell came back to our village for the Harvest Festival, bringing his fiancée from the city. Everyone in the village said he was born lucky. He'd been kidnapped as a child and later found by wealthy relatives, and now he was a man of standing. When he saw me under the old locust tree, he paused for just a second. "Nora? You're still not married?" His fiancée immediately tightened her grip on his arm, smiling sweetly. "Ethan, who's this?" Ethan answered coolly. "Just a neighbor from when I was a kid." I froze for a second and almost laughed out loud. Back then, the traffickers had dumped him in a ravine in the hills, and I followed the sound of his crying until I found him.

He seemed smaller somehow, and his whole demeanor was timid. He couldn't even bring himself to look at me. Ignoring Eliana's cries, he grabbed her hand and dragged her away. … I'd just given birth when I heard from Keanu again. Micah was the one who told me he'd become a priest. Eliana and the other two stayed at the church for three months, yet they couldn't change his mind. … Years later, I ran into Eliana again at a banquet. She was being yanked by the hair by a middle-aged socialite. "You slut! How dare you seduce my husband?"

It was wrong, but I couldn’t help thinking—what if I just left him? No call for help. Leave him to fate. If he was gone, my impending death ten years from now would be altered… I think. “I should leave,” I mumbled to myself. The thought sent chills rippling through my stomach. If the roles were reversed, he would do the same. As a healer, I had morals. No matter their identity, I would always help—but this was Alpha Killian Greymark. My executioner. Should I save him, knowing fully well the fate awaiting me?