Novel & Cerita La Vida De Adèle

The letters, which had been soaked white by the water and had blurry edges, were like a red-hot branding iron, searing through Timothy's pupils. 'Dead? Leah's... dead? Impossible! She's just throwing a tantrum. She just ran away with another wolf. How could she possibly die?' Timothy wondered. "Nonsense!" Timothy forcefully threw the photo away, ignoring the pain in his chest and struggling to sit up. "She can't be dead! You guys must be mistaken!" "Mistaken?" Chad scoffed. "Timothy, are you still deceiving yourself? Didn't you confidently claim earlier that she betrayed her mate and ran off with another werewolf? Then why was she dismembered and left to die in the icy river? Tell me!"

His lamentations were enough for her to hear. After all the bitter winters and healing autumns that life has brought to them, their sufferings have not ever sprouted. So the day has come for her. The most doleful day that she is only alive, being hugged and kissed, in the most cherished memories of the people who remembers her. But in reality, she is no longer… Shanta has already been erased from the world and from the minds of these people who once became a part of her life. Because three years ago, she was declared dead. And now, she wanders like a restless soul.

At this moment, Beatrice and Claire were on their way to her grandfather’s place, driving the BMW M8 that was given to Dorothy by Alex. Beatrice’s grandfather was Aidan Bardot. He has two daughters: Claire was the elder while the younger one was named Adrianna Bardot. Adrianna was much snobbish than Claire, she would always try to compare with Claire in every aspect. Ever since Claire’s husband, Henry Assex, went missing after a trip with his secretary, Adrianna insulted and looked down upon her every time they met.