Rin Shelter Novels & Stories

Right, Dad," I said inertly, but that was sufficient to appease them. There was no point in acting like a human in front of them when they didn't consider me one. *^* When I finally returned to the comfort of my bedroom, I shut the door. I grabbed the razor I had hidden, and let it’s sharpness meet the flesh on my wrist. There was no pain, or rather, there was pain, but it was not enough, so I did the only thing that would bring me more pain by burying the razor deeper and deeper into my wrist until it was snatched from me. “Give it back!” I barked at Rhys. I hadn't seen him in a week and assumed he was gone; why was he still here? He shouldn't be here when he didn't care. “Give it back!” I

Iris earlier and we secretly changed all the bodyguards in the entire devinson mansion because we know that the devinson family is already at Villa Eve and we know that the devinson family has nothing to do with the sin of their son Cleopard, I saw that they are also here laira and artemis. artemis is dexter's girlfriend while laira is the girlfriend of Marco who is a friend of ours. I also noticed Rhys who was looking at his beloved woman and none other than his daughter Anastasia and Analine who is the woman he is obsessed with.

respect. On the screen, the forest thickens, and Veyra shoulders her way through the dense brambles. She shields the others from the thorns with her arms. Her skin splits open again in more places, but she doesn’t stop. I watch the screen intently as the next threat comes close. It’s a camouflaged pit, and I see Riven walk toward it. Before she can step onto it, Veyra’s hand shoots out and yanks her back to safety.

Looking around he had an idea that he hope would work. “Listen, we are going to do the same thing we did when we escaped the Justice Court. We are gonna hide in the vents until it is safe.” Razor said, going down the first hallway and went into one of the now empty room. They could hear fighting going on near by but they manage to dodge all the monsters fighting. He went to the vent in the room climbed on the bed to unhook the screws in the vent. He got down and went over to his backpack and got the last of the bottles out and handed them to each of the girls. He got out the spray that would hide their scent. He didn’t spray a lot because that would make it obvious. “Only give them the bot

Dark inside. Kai’s heart raced. Every step felt wrong—like walking into a trap. It was a trap. They both knew it. But what choice did they have? “Welcome.” Aiden’s voice came from inside—calm. Warm. Wrong. They stepped through the door. The warehouse was huge—completely empty. Silent. Concrete floor. Steel beams above. Aiden stood in the center—alone. Hands in his pockets. Smiling slightly. “You came. I’m touched.”

The safehouse crouched on the edge of the Hudson, a converted warehouse disguised as a derelict boathouse. Steel shutters rolled down with a final clang as the SUV pulled inside, sealing them from the night. Elena’s team had cleared the perimeter; the place was a fortress—cameras, motion sensors, and a small arsenal in the basement. But Aiden felt none of it. The only thing real was Silas’s hand still gripping his, the heat of their bodies pressed together in the back seat, the lingering ache inside him where Silas had claimed him so brutally.

“I am not nervous.” “Your hands are shaking.” I looked down. He was right. I shoved them into my pockets. He turned away, walked to the bathroom, and closed the door. I heard the shower turn on. I stood in the middle of the tiny, expensive studio, arms crossed tight over my chest, and tried to remember the last time I made a decision this stupid. I could not. Because I never had. Rian came out ten minutes later wearing a gray t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was wet, water dripping slowly down the sides of his neck and onto his shoulders, soaking the thin fabric until it clung to his chest.

She left the condoms on the island and shuffled blindly into her bedroom, cursing lowly when she stubbed her toe against an table in the hallway. Once inside, she stripped and slid nude into her cold sheets, pulling her laptop from the bedside table and powering it up. She sighed contently as she typed in an all too familiar name into her search engine and waited for the results to pop up. Great, there were more news articles she thought absently She clicked on the top result and smiled when a chisled face filled her screen. It was a interview article on Kain Griffin, the co-owner of the most popular private security company in the state. The article was done by one Miss Wendy Richer for The

Zara’s POV The safehouse was a forgotten cabin nestled deep in the pines, its walls weathered but stubbornly standing. Moonlight filtered through cracks in the roof, painting silver stripes on the dusty floorboards. Silas and Selene collapsed onto a moth-eaten couch, their eyelids drooping after hours on the run. Ryland hovered near the door, his gaze darting to every shadow. “They need rest,” I said, brushing Selene’s curls from her face. Her skin was clammy, visions still flickering behind her closed lids.