Miquella X Tarnished Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Did she take the bait? Did she weep? Did she look at the pendant and fall to her knees?" Miller didn't speak. He just held out the bundle with shaking hands. I snatched it away and tore it open. The silver pendant fell onto the table with a hollow, metallic ring. It was twisted, dirty, and utterly rejected. "She... she called it 'junk,' alpha," Miller whispered, his voice trembling. "She told me to tell you that she doesn't keep trash from graves. She said... she is Elara, Alpha of the Bloodmoon." The air in the room seemed to freeze. Kael let out a sharp, derisive hiss.

I hear the announcer again but this time she talks about the jewel of the night, I look towards the stage and I lose my breath. Her pale skin shines all the brighter in the smoky, dim atmosphere. Like an angel descended from heaven itself, trapped in the deepest, blackest pit of hell. And I have no illusions about who dropped her into this hellhole. I've never claimed to be a good man. Some say I'm not a man at all. Just an animal. But I swear, once I get my hands on this perfect creature, she'll never want for anything ever again. I take care of what's mine. And she will be mine.

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

She grabbed a pillow and thr⁠ew‌ it at Sadie, wh‍o cau‌ght it laughin​g. THE CLUB Mus‌ic boom⁠ed from t‌h‍e speakers.​ Drinks poured‍ into g‍lasses. Lau​ghter b‌ounced⁠ off the⁠ walls⁠. The ener⁠gy was contagious. Sadie and Jessica⁠ clink⁠ed glasses, taking a ce‌lebratory sip. Sadie n‍oticed the ring st‍ill on Jessica’s finger. Jess​i​ca held it in her hand, feeling‍ a‍ little shameful. “It’s weird no‍t⁠ we‌ar‍ing it,” she muttered‍.

“If not that you threatened me, I wouldn't cheat on him…..I wouldn't agree to be your sex toy just to overcome you—but it all ended in losing him and you think that I'm happy huh? Do you think that I'm that stupid?” I laughed. “Bitch! How interesting do you think you are to him now? He has a Luna and kids and will never kick them away just because of you...all you have to do is to side with me and be my Luna at the end of everything…that way you won't be the loser.'' I held her hands. “Tell me, am I not good enough to be your Alpha? What's so special about him that you can't let go?” “I can't be Luna to the man that murdered his father just for the throne, because you will do that to me just

She took in a large gulp of her saliva, trying to get hold of her gittering teeth. “We meet again, Lyla,” he said with an evil smile playing around the edge of his lips. ______

“But right now, the gallery is fully booked. If you had brought this to me a week ago, I would have agreed without hesitation.” A lump formed in my throat. A week ago? If only I had known. If only I had acted faster, moved quicker, been one step ahead instead of drowning in my own hesitation. Delaware exhaled, leaning back slightly as if trying to soften the blow. “At the moment, Hillman has booked a three-week convention to showcase the missing pieces of Hilther—treasures from the ancient times. We’re swamped, Darla.” Hillman. Of course.

I stumbled back, trying to regain my balance, but then someone else shoved me from behind, and I fell to my knees, gravel biting into my skin. Laughter erupted around me. Harsh, unforgiving. I looked up, blinking through the haze of anger and humiliation, and saw their faces—the sneers, the curled lips, the eyes shining with contempt. This was their entertainment, their twisted way of reminding me I didn’t belong. I was an outsider in my own pack, marked by the effect of Caleb’s death. “Did you really think you could just move on like nothing happened?” Mira asked, leaning down so her face was close to mine. Her breath was hot, her gaze filled with disdain. “You’re tainted, Elara. Stained. Y

Going pale, Nora burst into tears, shrieking that he was a deranged lunatic. Guests jeered. "As if Nora could ever be involved with someone like you. Prove it!" "Yeah, do you have evidence?" Nora’s face drained completely. The vagrant, Caleb Turner’s voice cut through the ballroom, "Strip off her dress. There’s a round red birthmark on her upper left thigh." Michael’s face flushed purple with fury. "Get this raving lunatic out of here!" I smirked. This bum might very well be the child’s real father. After all, Michael couldn’t father children.

“We needed to see how the Moonridge Alpha would react. To see where his loyalties lie.” My hands tightened into fists. For a moment, the echo of being called a mistress stung sharper than any old wound. “I am not a mistress,” I said, meeting his gaze with quiet, brittle firmness. The memory of that title, of being reduced to rumor and scandal, still made my blood run cold. Lucious’s lips flattened in sympathy. “Even if he crowns her Luna, she will be remembered as a side figure,” he said bitterly. “Old loyalties die hard.”