Novelas y relatos de Rachael Runyan

~Grayson I lean back into the chair, looking out at the sunrise seeping through the tree leaves. Sitting outside on the deck in the mornings is a ritual of mine I enjoy. Sleeping isn't something I have needed since I became... Lexia is upstairs, completely wiped out from what I did to her only a few hours ago. I tap my fingers against my leg. I'm glad she is finally opening up to me. And giving her pleasure is something I want to do as much as possible.

Ravan ordered him and Mukul left for New York, Ravan planed on taking his revenge on Amrita Miller and Samuel Miller, for which he had planned on capturing their only daughter Aisha miller and making her pay for their sin’s while he will make her parents watch her every suffering, he wanted to give them the same pain he had felt, he wanted to make them see what it feels like to lost your loved one, but first he required a proper set up, their daughter Aisha was 16 year old when Mukul had done his research on her where he came up with a plan according to which Mukul will make their daughter Aisha fall in love with him and will get access inside her house where they can take Intel on Amrita an

Even a Sire needs to breathe. I didn't look up. My eyes were burning, tracking the logistics of the Ashfang Dominion’s new ports. Selah moved like she owned the air in the room, her silk slip dress shimmering—a far cry from the rags she wore when I pulled her out of the basement of the Black Eagle’s old estate. For three years, she’d been the only constant in my bed, leading the Syndicate’s staff to treat her like the unspoken Queen of the underworld. They whispered that she’d be the one to wear the Okoye diamonds one day.

He looked angry—so angry that she didn't see his hands coming, swapping her across her face, and as she fell to the ground, all she could see were stars for seconds. "Hoe! I could have lost my life." She could hear Rachael's faint voice saying, "There is no need to hit her." She felt his hands, and before she knew it, she was thrown over his shoulders, and then the rays of sunlight on her eyes meant they were outside. Raising her head, with her hair over her face, she spotted Elena dabbing her eyes, her hands to wave before she was thrown into the car. The driver's seat opened and closed. Turning to look at her, he glanced at her disarrayed figure before leaving the camp.

“She was Marius’s prisoner, and now she’s with me. I wanted to speak with James, but as he’s not here, we’ll be taking our leave.” He grabs my hand. “No,” says Robert, softly. Ethan stills, and a thick tension spreads across the room, mingling with the heady scent of woodsmoke. He releases me. “No?” he says, his voice equally quiet. Robert nods at me. “Who is she?” I raise my chin. My eyes flit momentarily to the narrow window and the mountains beyond—the freedom that I desire. “I’m—” “Her name is Rory,” says Ethan. “A kitchen maid. Not that it’s any of your concern.”

Allen was already thinking about the next step of his plan — how to solidify his image as the company’s true leader. “You are truly one of a kind,” the man complimented as they walked down the stairs. “I thought for sure that the Rodriguez group would finally crumble when they announced a woman as the next chairman.” “She was a capable woman though,” Allen defended, pretending to be annoyed by his words.

THE LUNA SERIES BOOK ONE: THE RUNAWAY LUNA PROLOGUE Maddison felt the icy raindrops hit the smooth layers of her skin through the flimsy white sundress but none of it mattered. She needed to get away as far as possible from this wretched little town. The rain soaking her to the bone didn’t bother her at all and neither did the starless night. Her feet picked pace against the roadside of the desolate street. She glanced behind her, the approaching car with lights at full tilt as more pain shot through her body as she closed one hand over her bleeding wound on the right side of her stomach. God forbid if the knife had penetrated deep enough. This was absolutely not the time to think; it was t

Rosemary shouted. As Chantelle ran out, tears kept coming, no matter how hard Chantelle tried to hold them back. She felt so overwhelmed and alone. How could she possibly get everything done in time? And even if she did, what then? She would still be stuck here, under the thumb of her cruel and controlling relatives. The thought made her feel trapped, like a bird in a cage. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But it was no use. The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“Even though they were leaked, they’re still here. They’re still yours. And they’re going to be a success.” Rachel turned to look at him, her eyes glistening. “You really think so?” “I know so,” Ethan said, his gaze steady. “And so does everyone else in that room.” The music began to play, a powerful, rhythmic beat that filled the space. One by one, the models stepped onto the runway, each wearing one of Rachel’s creations. The audience erupted into applause; their admiration was palpable. Rihanna walked first, her dress a masterpiece of bold lines and shimmering fabric. She moved with confidence, her every step commanding attention. Beyoncé followed, her gown flowing like liquid gold under