Pursuing Her Novels & Stories

She followed Isolde, maintaining a safe distance as she weaved through the maze-like corridors. Felicity’s mind raced, her determination unwavering. She was about to embark on a perilous journey of discovery, one that could unravel the mysteries shrouding their coven. As she continued to shadow Isolde, she vowed to uncover the truth, no matter where her quest might lead.

The room was silent except for the occasional buzz of her phone as updates from her search teams came in. Her lips curved into a cold smile as a new message flashed on the screen. Spotted heading south. Likely hiding near coastal cliffs. Dispatching more men. "Good," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Run as far as you want, Arnulfo. It only makes the chase more thrilling." Victoria's eyes glinted with malice as she sipped her wine, savoring the anticipation of the hunt. For her, it wasn't just about reclaiming what she believed was hers—it was about making them both pay for daring to defy her.

"You'll know the reason soon, but now pack your things, we'll go back to the other island, grandma's plan changed." Tch, I stomped my foot and left him sitting there, why not just say why we need to make it real, there are so many twists and turns that I'll find out soon anyway, what's the point of that, right? Is he planning to surprise me? Like 'surprised mother fucker this is the reason why we need to make it real, Crazy, How conceited of him if that's the case. -- Third Person POV "Ryujiii!! He's picking on me," she whined, a childish pout forming on her lips, even though Ryuji couldn't possibly see it.

She followed Noah, holding his hand, walking toward the life she was supposed to want. But behind her, the undertow waited. And she did not know how much longer she could fight it.

Like the last variable had resolved and the answer was exactly what she'd suspected but kept hoping was wrong. I went to Woolf territory to find answers. And fuck if I didn’t find them. They just weren't the ones I was looking for. Cassandra is still in the guest house when we arrive. Brave of her to stick around considering the way she set me up. But there she is, waiting with that put-on anxiety she’s so good at—pacing in front of the huge bay window, looking toward the main house every few minutes. The performance of a woman who needs something and has staked everything on getting it.

Watching her. The hunt had begun.

I could smell a faint fragrance on her. She leaned in. Her tone carried an emotion I couldn't quite name, almost like temptation. "Your name's Ryan Sheridan, right? I want to make a deal with you." Cordelia brushed back her dark wavy hair and looked straight at me. "I need someone to marry." I stared at her in shock. Cordelia smiled like a fox. "I know your situation. Marry me, and I can save your sister. I can hire the best lawyers to help you recover the money your girlfriend took from you.

It never did. She had been hunting for eight years. Eight years of sleepless nights and dead ends and the slow, grinding work of pulling on threads that always seemed to unravel in her hands. She had started with nothing. No names. No faces. No motive. Just the memory of fire and the knowledge that she had been spared because she had chosen to study for an exam instead of coming home.

I asked. She stopped before looking at my reflection on the mirror. "No, your Highness." I frowned before I stood up and turned around on her direction. She was giving me a bored look as if I am child standing in front of her which is true, but my mind isn't child at all. "Don't lie Fara," I said. She sighed before she put the comb on the table. "Pursues was sent to the war," she answered. I stunned before my forehead fumed. There's no way, Pursues is still sixteen.

She hopes that she can catch him so she follows him as he runs faster. Into the woods.