House Of The Rising Sun A Novel Novels & Stories

I married the man she recommended, Chester Kane, an heir who was said to have been paralyzed after an ambush. I gave up my right to inherit the family, becoming his caretaker, his crutch, the medicine he used to fight loneliness. However, no matter how much warmth I gave him, his heart remained frozen. The truth only came out during my sister's pregnancy celebration. When an assassin from a rival family raised his gun toward her belly, the man who had not stood in years suddenly rose to his feet. He shoved me toward the muzzle of the gun. All seven bullets tore into my womb.

She willed her mind to go forward and immediately her vision slid along the length of the coil, gaining speed as it went. She moved so quickly along the glowing coil that everything around her flew by in flashes and streaks of color. The flowing colors came to an abrupt halt as she reached the end of the coil. The sky was a deep navy blue as if the sun had not yet risen above the horizon. Cole stood on a ladder at the roof of his house. Several tools were scattered across the roof and he held a hammer in his left hand while he sucked on his right thumb with his eyes closed and his face contorted in pain.

Emma’s POV I try to hold my breath not to let it come out but it was too much, I vomited right on her legs and the next thing I receive is a hard slap right on my face. “You worthless piece of shit” she shouts at me as I crawl on the floor, grunting in pain. “Youre going to clean it out with your face” he holds me by the neck pushing my face right on my own vomit on the floor but suddenly other females burst into the room.

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Although, he would never know that. My heart still ached at the thought when I woke up. The sun was already rising as I held the cup of coffee while watching it rise from my unit. I am a lover of sunrise and I am a morning person. I would never start a day without looking at the run rises wherever I am. And, a cup of coffee will also make my day. Although, I am feeling lazy today. What? Am I broken? “Okay. It’s another day.” I whispered to myself. “Why am I getting sad over him?”

The hilltop house stood majestically against the horizon, its imposing presence a promise of challenges ahead. As they climbed the hill toward the house, the light of dawn began to illuminate the sky, tinting it with golden hues that contrasted with the tension that hung in the air. The sunrise, which would normally symbolize a new beginning, stood as a sinister omen on a day that promised to be full of obstacles.

Luckily, any incongruent actions were just taken as her being an amnesiac. She looked around the small room she had been given pending when she would ‘recover’ her memories and be sent home. Much like the rest of the community, the place seemed homely and comforting. It was nothing like what she had imagined a gathering of dangerous beasts such as werewolves would be. ‘They’re probably just biding their time. Soon I will see the depths of their depravities. I just hope I will be able to keep my cover’ A loud banging on the door informed her that a guest had arrived. She wondered who it would be as she stepped forward to open the door.

The morning sun spilled through the vast windows of the Sinclair mansion, painting the marble floors in a golden hue. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustling of the curtains as the breeze slipped through the cracks. The house—her prison—had never felt so empty, yet so suffocating.

Without another word, he spun and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Sophia lay on the floor, her hands shaking as she cradled her tummy. She panicked; in a whispered tone, she begged, "Baby, please, stay with me. Please. Her mind was racing, trying to piece together what had just transpired. The photo… where did it come from? Who wanted to destroy her marriage? And why would Ryan believe such an outlandish thing without at least giving her the chance to explain? Sophia was still crumpled on the floor, clutching at her belly and trying to catch her racing heart amidst the sound of heels clicking against the tile. She turned her head weakly to the side, her blurred vision