روايات وقصص ضمن Nine Star Burden

“Who are you talking to? That cousin again, or someone I don’t know?” I had just finished confirming my flight. I locked the screen. “I was reading the news.” His face darkened even more. He snatched the phone from my hand and demanded the passcode. “Our anniversary,” I said. Nine years together. Six simple digits. He entered them once. Then again. Then a third time. The phone stayed locked in his hand. By the time we returned to Blackthorn House, neither of us had spoken another word. The car had barely stopped before he helped Lyra upstairs, one arm wrapped around her waist as if she might break.

I needed to capture one of them alive, I needed information on who they are and what they hope to achieve by attacking my pack. Unknown POV I was growing rather impatient for this tree to bear fruit. I had spent quite some time working toward the desired outcome, but alas the end was finally in sight. That is if everything went according to plan. Nathanial had been dead for a number of years, but the sins of the father would not be so easily forgotten. Before I am satisfied I will destroy Shaw, his pack and his love. He will never know peace as long as he lives if I have anything to do with it, and I do. I sip the dark red contents of my wine glass, swirling it around between sips. My sardon

She was proud of it because it was a collaboration of her two favorite numbers. “Nine Fifteen,” I answered very slowly. “Okay, you cannot come down during that time, you understand? You have to remain in your room, promise?” He silently begged, eyes pleading with mine. I nodded and closed my eyes again, too tired to keep them open any longer. I felt warm lips press to my forehead, making my body explode from pleasure, before slowly leaving the room. Finally, I let sleep take over me. -

The only things left behind were the expensive jewelry pieces he had gifted Natalina. As he scanned the room, he realized that every sentimental item Natalina treasured was gone. The only handwritten letter he had given her, the cheap pair of silver rings they had exchanged in a dusty dockside warehouse—everything was gone. The box that kept those memories now contained nothing but a handful of gray ash. If a breeze swept through the room, the remnants would vanish without a trace. Staring at the pile of ash, Antonio felt as though an invisible hand had reached into his chest and twisted his heart. The pain was so intense that he could barely breathe.

"God, my father would kill me if he finds out and..." "He wouldn't," she said quickly, reaching across the table to grab my hand. "We would figure this out. I promise you." "How?" Tears blurred my vision. "Zadok is gone and you know daddy hates him. And if I tell anyone else, it would get back to him within hours. You know how this city works." Maya squeezed my hand even tighter. "Then we will keep it quiet. Just until you reach Zadok. He is eventually going to come back, Sandra. You know he would."

He had taken the supreme blessing fortune stick himself, and she would never be able to get it. Everyone said Hayden was compassionate, but he felt like he had done something cruel to Sydney. But when he thought of Selena, he had no choice but to hide the fortune stick and let Sydney keep drawing, year after year. Selena was an orphan, supported through school by the Lane family. On the day she submitted her college application, she called Hayden, excitedly telling him she had chosen medicine. She promised she would never let him get hurt again. Hayden's normally calm mind was unsettled. When he was eight, he went with his parents to an orphanage and accidentally cut his hand. Selena pressed

"Grandma says you're a hen that can't lay eggs. If you had any sense, you would've left on your own instead of making everyone unhappy." She leaned closer, her voice sweet and cruel. "Ms. Thornhart, Mommy and I both hope you die." A sound came from outside the door. In the next instant, Moonlet pulled out a dagger plated with silver nitrate and slashed her own arm. She collapsed onto the floor and burst into tears. "I'm sorry, Ms. Thornhart!" she cried. "I said something that made you angry. Please don't hurt me!" I stepped forward without thought. A sudden force struck me from behind. The blade drove deep into my back.

Brass chimed off concrete like mechanical applause. “Again,” he said, until again felt like mercy. He stood behind her without touching her, a presence that said I’ve got you without the insult of you need me. Marco timed her tourniquet wrap and said, “Nineteen,” in a tone that made the number feel like a medal. By seven she was human. By nine she was dangerous. By noon she was tired of the knot.

Di sana aware siya, at di ko ngayon responsibilidad ang kaligtasan niya. Umalis ako para habulin ang multong yun. Sinundan ako ni Dino. Ngunit sa di ko inaasahan... Iba ang tumampad sa paningin ko... Ang aking Ama. @DeathWish Chapter#9 Spare Gift <<<>> Di na bumalik si Jin... Yung artwork niya parang hahayaan na niyang ganitong tapos. Pero okey na rin naman... parang pinicturan lang niya ang subject...

"Kid, it’s not your fault if you don’t recognize me. After I gave birth to you back then, Natalie took advantage of a moment when I wasn’t paying attention and secretly snuck you away. Then she cut off contact with the family and moved out. I was busy preparing to marry Sebastian and managing household matters, so I never had the chance to come back and look for you… "Look, now your mom and dad are back. Langford Corporation will be yours to inherit in the future, too. Come back to your parents’ side soon." As she spoke, she deliberately straightened her posture, lifting a hand to caress the diamond necklace around her neck, flaunting the expensive jewelry she was wearing. In my previous lif