Naya Rivera Book の小説・ストーリー

I just want to thank you for your support. I loved writing this book. It breaks my heart to end this beautiful romance. I loved writing about Alec's and River's love. I hope you all enjoyed it too. It would mean so much if you would leave me a review and share my book with others. I am currently working on Alpha Ivan's sequel, Valentina - I Bow To No One. I don't like to work on multiple books at one time. It's better for me that way so that I won't get the characters mixed up. As soon as I have a good amount of chapters I will get with my editor and get it on the shelf.

The river sang. Not a sound. A feeling. It was Javier’s laugh in the restaurant’s kitchen, Elena’s first steps on the checkered floor, Marco’s fingers on a busted keyboard, Alexander’s proposal by the East River, Lila’s choice to stay. It was us, woven into the city’s foundation, the wager’s final clause, inked in blood and love and sacrifice. The alley shivered. The rubble became La Isla Dorada, the night Javier signed the loan, the air thick with sizzle and smoke, the scent of mofongo curling like a memory I couldn’t bury. Javier was there, alive, his eyes crinkling as he ruffled Elena’s hair, but his hand was wrong, fingers red, nails pulsing. The river smiled with his mouth.

I shrugged my shoulders as I opened my luggage and picked the things I will be using later. “You’re free to think whatever you want. But let Nayara and Lumara eat in peace.” “Humph.” Snow turned away from me and urged the other two ladies to take even a single bite. Actually, I was most worried about Nayara. I had the impression that she is a delicate lady and needs delicate care. Moreover, she also came from the sea and things in the land are so new to her. ‘Just like a baby.’ Nayara took a small bite and drank a lot of water afterwards. Her face was pale.

Erada searched the shelves, since 54 was in Vince's body, he could also reach the shelves, even as they searched they couldn't find any book related to soul shifters. She was about to give up when she pushed open a drawer and she found the book she was looking for, as she picked up the book, she had a sudden feeling of de-ja-vu, it was black and it looked almost like a journal, the words 'soul slayers' was inscribed on it with gold. Erada heard the sound of the door being opened and she froze. She tried hiding behind the shelf as the figure came into view, it was Rivera, she was dressed in her night robes and her face looked somewhat pale, Erada tried so hard to control her anger, very soon

she said, but it came out weak, shaky. He smirked, already heading for the door. “Sweet dreams, Rivera.” The door clicked shut behind him. Naya sat still, her fingers pressed to her lips, her chest still pounding like she’d run miles. She wanted him. Now was not the time to want men, not after Daniel and Adrian, but yet… And God help her, she knew this wasn’t the end.

Naya had already arrived at the study, she was rummaging through the books in the study, she was too excited, she did not know what she would find, but she felt that it would help her in her path to get revenge for Zach’s death. She kept up with her search in the study, until she came to a section with books on magic and its application, they were all old books even the covers had a sign of the passage of time, she rummaged through the shelves one after the other, but she did not pick any one of them she was just looking at them. Suddenly she found a book to the side, it was made with leather skin and it was red in color, as soon as Naya set her eyes on the book, she was intrigued, because i

My hands are shaking when I saw a name at the bottom of the book. ‘Hannah Mae G. De Vera'

The stars blinked above like ancient witnesses, and the gentle hush of waves brushing the shore echoed through the trees. Inside a modest tent at the edge of the temporary camp, Nivera sat alone for a while, letting her fingers trace the rim of a cup of tea that had long gone cold. The glow from the lantern above flickered with the breeze, casting trembling golden light across her pale skin. Her thoughts were scattered, not chaotic—just full. She had seen more in the last few weeks than she had in a lifetime—battles, betrayals, divine revelations, and moments of unimaginable vulnerability. And at the center of it all was him.

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.