Ramona Sublime Novels & Stories

Two maids entered with trays of oils, makeup, and shoes. “We’ll help you get ready, Luna.” “I didn’t even get to rest,” Lydia mumbled. The maids chuckled. “Alpha Knox is already downstairs.” She sighed again and let them work. When she finally stepped down the winding staircase into the hall, the ceremony was already underway. Eyes turned toward her. Murmurs followed her like shadows. But then—there he was. Knox. Waiting in front of the Lycan ceremonial basin. He reached for her hand. They stood together under the hanging moonflower vines as the officiator chanted ancient words. They each dropped a few drops of blood into the silver bowl of water, drank from it, and then sealed it with a kis

Artemisia Ramona clears her throat, shifting in her seat. “My name is Ramona Piazza, and I’m a member of Alpha Giorgios pack as well as the daughter of one of his counsels. I grew up with Luna Blackwood and we have been best friends since we were pups.” “That’s beautiful,” the judge says with a smile before he lifts his phone for her to see the screen. “You share a lot of your days with her, even after she left the pack.”

Sloane said, stretching out her legs and sipping on a glass of peach iced tea, “if today’s activity is anything that involves walking through a vineyard in heels again, I’m revolting.” “I thought you liked the vineyard,” I smirked. “I liked the wine, Kim. Not the blister.” We both laughed, and though Sloane had kept me distracted with jokes and gossip, a tiny ache lingered in my chest. But I told myself not to read much into it. Just as I began to say something. Ramona emerged from the villa. She stepped out gracefully in a powder-blue wrap dress, her hair tied in a loose, regal braid down her back.

"What do you want? Do you know whose lady this is? You better leave now!" "Blah, blah, blah!" Scarface said nonchalantly. "Who cares about who she belongs to. As long as I look at her face, I will let her go. But don't think you can just escape from my hand." The three dark figures next to each other laughed and agreed. One of them with a big mole on his face said. "Ronan, this other little human girl looks pretty too. She's so beautiful. You can give her to us if you don't want to."

Music loud. Hearts louder. The mountains are waiting. Let’s go make them kneel. Ridică-te din Noapte Sunday, June 4, 2028 – 3:47 p.m. The Suburban roars down Highway 70 like a beast unchained, windows wide open, wind whipping twin tails and Seras’s space buns into chaos. Remy’s got the aux cord wired to his phone, and he hits play on the playlist he made last night titled “Storming Shambhala.”

Just standing close together while the night deepened around them. Eventually Regina rested her head lightly against his shoulder. The simple contact sent warmth through the bond. Aldric slipped his arm around her waist. The closeness felt natural. Comforting. “You’re warm,” Regina murmured. “Wolf metabolism.” She laughed softly. “That’s convenient.” He glanced down at her. “Are you alright?” “Yes.” Her voice was quiet but certain. “I feel… stronger.” “The Blood Moon?” She nodded. “It’s like something inside me woke up.” Aldric wasn’t surprised.

I glared at him, taking a moment to process the title that he just gave me before shaking my head as I glared at him, a low growl escaping me before I could stop myself. “I’m not your Luna,” I snapped. “You made that very clear. Everyone in this park made it very clear that I'm never going to be anything close to you. You rejected me, remember? Now you have to suffer the consequences of it because I am not going to be your Luna.” Damon’s nostrils flared. “Don’t start with me, Sienna. Do not tempt me to say something that I'm going to end up regretting.”

I felt his presence come closer, that’s why I stopped writing, then looked at him. “Please accept our appreciation for fighting and proving that my son’s innocent, your highness,” he said as he handed me a small box. I took the box, then opened it. It revealed a ring with a black rose on it. I took it out of the box and I was mesmerised because it is made out of rhodonite. A rare type of gem in the human world. “A ring made out of rhodonite… I cannot accept this, this is too much,” I told him.

“Addy, just wake up. I'm sorry for not listening to you and I swear on my right arm, I am not going to give any more problems to anyone. I'll behave and I will do what I'm being told so that you won't have any opening to defend me. I will be submissive and I will listen more with the help of the Moon Goddess.” I felt a tiny stir in her pulse and as quickly as it came, it was gone. Her lips that I was used to seeing with a smile were stiff and unsmiling. There was no physical improvement to her condition and only I had felt the quickening of her pulse. When I shifted my eyes to Ramona, she had a watery smile on her lips, probably expecting a miracle. Well, I wasn't my mother neither was I Ath

the woman cupped the wolf’s chin, but his fangs are still out, gnawing at her like a hungry predator. Ram turned back to his human form and devoured the woman’s lips. His hands went under the sheets, coping her back, tracing her waist up to her neck, and as if he was not satisfied with the kiss… his hands traveled to her chest. “Ram,” “Call me by my name,” “Ram,”