Novel & Cerita Outlander Book 5

“David… we must unite. Do not let her win. We must face all this together. I believe Olivia has some hidden purpose in returning to you after five years of being declared dead.” “My heart… is only for you, Bella. I shall do anything to mend it all. I know Olivia wants to divide us, and I shall find out who the father of her child is, so that she and that man shall wed. Then I will make that man torment Olivia until she dies, just as she did to my lover.” With his handsome face turned cold, he gazed out the window, recalling the past. In Olive’s apartment, the woman smiled faintly, chilling.

The next line… A… debt… The pen fell from my hand, searing pain making my vision darken, just as the door burst open. "Kiara!" I looked up as Alejandro caught me before I almost tumbled to the ground, the sparks from his touch were all that I could focus on, the pain began to dissipate a little. "Read it." I whispered, staring into his blazing red orbs. He didn’t let go of me, holding me close as he grabbed the book. "Pay the debt by the blood of the beast and yield to the crimson king?" He tossed the book down, grabbing my hand as my vision darkened. "Hold on Amore Mio, fuck I need you."

The smile on his face faltered a little as he opened a black umbrella and walked over. "What are you doing here? Who's handling things in the pack downtown district?" he asked with a frown. "I've got everything arranged," I said, forcing a smile as I handed him the gift I'd been holding onto this whole time. "I came to say… happy fifth mating anniversary, Alaric." He looked startled, clearly having forgotten it was our fifth anniversary, let alone expecting me to travel all this way to bring him a gift. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and just as he reached for the gift, Serene Vargar's coquettish voice rang out. "Alaric, the elders are here. The council's starting."

She could not rely on Ethan’s version of truth anymore. Dust swirled in the beam of her flashlight. She pushed aside cracked picture frames, winter coats eaten by moths, boxes of old letters. Then, tucked inside a wooden chest carved with strange symbols, she found another secret. It was not clothes this time, nor a photograph. It was a leather bound book wrapped in red ribbon. The ribbon was stained darker in places, as though it had once been wet with blood. Her hands shook as she untied it. Inside were handwritten pages, her mother’s script looping and sharp. But these were not recipes or family notes. These were oaths, histories, secrets. The title at the top of the first page froze Oliv

[A Sum of Five Million Dollars have been debited from your account] Vincenzo’s lips curled into a slow, sinister grin. His sharp gaze stayed fixed on the notification, the cold glow of his phone illuminating the darkened room. He leaned back in his leather chair, the dim light of the room casting shadows over his chiseled features. “Five million… interesting,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. "She finally made her move," he muttered to himself, the grin not quite reaching his eyes. His long fingers tapped the armrest of his chair rhythmically. He looked very much amused why Olivia would need such an amount of money just a day of returning back.

he said and Olivia looked up from the book that she was reading. After sending Jaime away with the n***l that he had bought for her some hours ago, Olivia had went back to her room and searched her luggages for the book she had once buried deep inside one of her boxes. It was her favorite n***l and when she finally found it, she couldn't stop the tears that were rushing down her cheeks. The last time she opened that book was about eight years ago. Before the love of her life died.

“Mabel, you didn’t.” Mabel lifted her glass. “I did.” Ava blinked once, twice, then took a slow sip of her drink. “Well, would you look at God testing my blood pressure this early in the weekend.” Natasha’s eyes swept the scene—rosé, laughter, aging beauty in motion—and landed on Ava. “You must be Ava St. James. The fifth chapter in Marcus’s ongoing anthology.” Delphine muttered, “And she must be the preface nobody read twice.”

But I couldn’t risk anything happening to Katrina's body. I mind linked my brother, it was time. “Rowen?” I said. “Ramses? What’s wrong?” He instantly asked through the mind link. “I have Pandora’s Box, and I’m coming back right now… But there is something you should be prepared for.” I said to him, and then I closed the mind link. and materialized back to his home. (Rowen)

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

"We partied too hard last night and forgot to use protection—don't forget to buy morning-after pills for your wife." Looking at the woman's smooth bare back and the red mole on her neck in the photo, I felt absolutely nothing. Again. Five years of marriage, and this wasn't the first time. Kathy liked to test me this way. She called it her "little experiment." The first time, she "accidentally" left a receipt for condoms on the nightstand. I got angry and confronted her, but she just smiled with contempt. "Why are you so petty? My girlfriends and I bought that on purpose just to see how you'd react." The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A guy showed up at our door with a bouq