Night Of Destiny Novel By Vanessa K Novels & Stories

' The sweet girl blinked her eyes at her aunt then yawned and closed it, wanting to sleep. She removed the bottle from her mouth and put it back on the table. She then kissed Scarlett's cheeks and inhaled her baby smell. "Your Momma will meet you soon." She whispered in her ear. . . . Natasha stirred in her sleep. She was having a nightmare where she died along with Scarlett. Tears were rolling down her eyes and a painful whimper left her lips alerting Scott who was sitting beside her. He rushed toward her and said "Easy, Tasha"

Crocell asked as he peppered kisses on my bare shoulders. “Just stuff… and how the compass your father gave you led us to this place.” I said and the demon smirked before running his hand all over my naked bulge of a belly. We had been led to this place, under the aurora borealis to be purified. It is a place where daylight and darkness meet and so it is a place to completely undo the curse. And yes, we fucked under the aurora borealis as per Hades’ recommendation. How fucking sweet is that?

It’s like everything that happened had to happen for them to meet. She had to have been drunk enough to fall asleep and get ill the next day. Forming friendship with her one-night stand and getting pregnant over that. it was destiny for her. Destined for her. I agree to disagree but who cares? Well, well, well, let’s leave here, we still have work to complete. “Amy, look at this one.” I looked at Sophia’s choice and it was really pretty. A simple band with seven small diamonds shaped in wind flow looking insanely good while the matching male one had a single diamond with three diamonds on each side.

physical training wasn’t hard for the young female wolf but sparring matches always made her nervous. She would much rather sneak up on someone and jump them while they are distracted with something else. “You guys know what... let’s just call it a night.” She whispered as she closed the book she was holding. “We still have one more whole day. Let’s get an early start tomorrow morning... and pray to the Goddess that she grants a miracle....” ~~~ *Wyatt* I bid my sister a goodnight, we had ended up visiting well into the evening and it was time for me to return to my room. It had been almost a week since I properly trained, and I wanted to get in a good workout first thing.

“Katerina, please go tell Galan that he need not bring my supplies and have him return here instead.” I nodded and did as I was bid. As I followed Galan back from Eska’s herb room, it occurred to me just why she had told me to not bring her kit back. We reached the kitchen, and I went and stood by Nick and Galan looked down at the poor woman on the table. My suspicions were confirmed, Eska didn’t need her kit because the woman was dead. A long slash marred her neck, explaining the blood on her clothing.

was the whatever it was, it had certainly captured his attention. She didn't notice when he approached. "Hey, Theresa, ready for dinner?" He placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling the warm, bare skin on either side of the shoulder strap. your summer dress. She jumped in fright. —Oh! I didn't know you were here! "What are you…" He looked down at the book. — I didn't expect that one... — It was Thunder Struck, his first book with Kalti Brown. “You don't have to do this.

All she wanted was to fell upon the floor and sleep but fate has something else stored for her today, something treacherous and horrendous that she would have never expected. She entered inside her room and there was also darkness just like her life. She slowly walked to the floor and laid there putting both of her hands under her head for support. She closed her eyes and waited for the sleep to take over while on the other hand Abhinendra walked inside the haveli and no guards dared to stop him but they were shocked to see him in the midnight entering inside the haveli.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Beneath the Surface Vanessa tapped her long, polished nails on the wooden table of the quaint café she'd chosen for her meeting with Clara. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filtered through the air, mingling with the soft hum of murmurs around her. Clara was already running five minutes behind, but Vanessa wasn't bothered. It gave her time to strategize. This wasn’t just a casual catch-up—it was a carefully crafted move to uncover the truth about Noah and Stephanie.

Fuentes. She swallowed hard, determination burning in her chest. Her jaw clenched as another memory resurfaced—the night Mathilda taunted her for resisting the arranged marriage. The sharp sting of slaps and hair-pulling flashed through her mind, the pain searing as she had begged for her right to choose her own future. Her lips quivered, but she took a deep, steadying breath. She would not surrender. She would not let this be the end of her story. She would never let anyone control her freedom.

Maybe it's the strange symbols carved into the window frames, or the peculiar arrangement of the furniture that seems to form patterns on the floor. Or maybe it's the large, leather-bound book displayed on a wooden stand in the center of the desk, open to a page filled with handwritten text and diagrams of the night sky. I approach slowly, as if the book might snap shut on my fingers like a trap. The page shows a chart of celestial bodies, with a date circled in red ink: November 15, 2025. Less than a month from now. Next to the date, in my mother's precise handwriting: "Convergence. Blackwood returns. Find the girl."