Novel & Cerita Rhys Book

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Chapter 13: Trouble in Paradise Rhys’s P.O.V: A vicious growl tore through me as I watched Zyane about to do the unthinkable. The growl distracted Zyane enough to snap his attention towards me, but all he did was growl at me in rage before turning back towards the cowering girl he had trapped under him by force. Knowing that I was the closest one to him, I jumped up on top of one of the rocks and in one swift motion, landed right behind Zyane and sank my teeth into his shoulders to rip him off of the girl and throw Zyane away from her.

And he seemed to be referring to something he didn’t think of specifying. “I’m afraid it did.” Professor Rhyb stood up and went to the farthest bookshelf. He pulled down a thick book with a dusty red cover and brought it back to the desk. Clara recalled where she saw that book when her mind took her back to the late-night library heist with Holly last night. He flipped the book into a certain page and Alex went beside him, having his share of the view to something interesting.

He didn’t belong here—and yet, he looked like he owned the night itself. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “Didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But Blackwood does inspire violent fantasies.” “Who are you?” “Call me Rhys.” The name didn’t ring any bells, but his smile did something dangerous to my pulse. There was mischief in his eyes. But something darker too. Something that made the hairs on my neck stand. “You shouldn’t be up here,” I said cautiously. “Neither should you,” he replied. I crossed my arms. “Are you with the press?”

“If it isn’t one of Lyros’s dogs. Nice meeting you Prince Rhys of the North.” PRINCE? Rhys gives no indication that he heard that, just closes his eyes and I feel it when it happens. Rhys gathers energy from his surroundings and a smell fills the air. It smells like the earth and the trees and I watch as the forest shakes and trembles.

I then donated the medical books to the infirmary and had decided to construct and open up a bookstore in the center of the town. Rhys got all better in just three days, and thankfully, nothing alarming happened on that timeline. There was not a fight or another misunderstanding with her, but her bet is still on the go. As soon as she got better she also learned to dine with us together at the table but yeah, she has too many objections like; “I am not into milk,” “Coffee is better than juice,” “The bread is quite bland,” “I am not fond of a dinner without desserts,” “This pudding is unpleasant,”

I barely had time to scramble away from the wall and throw myself into a chair by the hearth, grabbing a random book from the side table. The key turned in the lock. The heavy oak door swung open, and the scent of cold wind and cedar flooded the room. Rhys stood in the doorway, his cloak still dusted with a fine layer of snow. His golden eyes swept the room, pausing for a fraction of a second on the bed curtains where I’d just been kneeling, before settling on me.

One of the books was dark blue with an old engraving on its back. This book is thick and looks fragile, showing that it has been on this shelf for a long time and probably no one has read it. I scanned a few pages, and then put them back where they were before slowly and carefully, not wanting to exacerbate their fragility. "You really crazy about books, don't you?" I gasped, and turned over my shoulder to look at Rhysand. He only wore black sweatpants, a gray t-shirt that was wet so that the muscles in his chest were printed, his hair was messy and damp. Looks like he just finished his morning workout.

Their expressions were tense, focused, their bodies still carrying the energy of battle. “There’s more,” one of them said, his voice tight as he glanced toward Corin. “They’re not stopping.” Rhys stepped forward, slightly ahead of the others, his breathing heavier than usual but his composure still intact. His gaze moved directly to me, sharp and assessing, as if he had already come to a conclusion before speaking. “Well,” he said, exhaling as he ran a hand through his hair, his tone edged with urgency despite the faint hint of something familiar beneath it, “this would be a really good time for you to give those crystals a bit of energy.”