Novel & Cerita Rock And A Hard Place Supernatural

Vials of sterile medicine littered the floor like trash. And the whiskey glasses we’d shared… shattered into a thousand tiny shards. "Damien..." My voice trembled. He leaned against the doorframe, annoyed. "Hurry up. Isabella needs this space soon." I knelt, my hand reaching for the broken shards. That's when I saw it. Beneath the opening of his robe. The black rose I’d designed for his chest was gone. Covered by a raw, angry letter "I." Isabella's "I."

It is easy for your body to become strong, but the mind must break time and time again before it can truly know the strength it takes to fight for its life. As I'm dragged by my bare feet in nothing but damp, sullied clothing, a throbbing head and a swollen jaw, I begin to question myself. My life is no longer one that can be lived precariously, and I may have dug my own grave by challenging Raegan, but Sage was right. The Pantera may be savage brutes with little to no morals, but they are opportunists. If I can prove that I am more

“So, you hire me as a dancer for his new tour, expect me to get close enough to him to make him fall in love with me, and if somehow it is possible for me to make that happen, I’m just supposed to break his heart? All so he can write and perform better songs?” Monica gives one fervent nod of her head. “Exactly. Heartbreak sells, sweetie. And Nash needs someone to break his heart again so he can connect with his music. It’ll need to be one hell of a broken—” “If he falls in love with me.” A baby cries in the background; it’s shrieking loud and interrupting the hip atmosphere of the restaurant. Monica’s eyes flick to the area where the cries are coming from before bringing her brown-eyed gaze

I asked them, staring them dead in the face. “Do you know who you’re even talking to?” An unknown voice came from the distance. It made me jump. “Dannika, how nice of you to join us.” Talia said, sarcastically. I turned my head, and saw a woman walking towards us. Dannika was tall, golden skinned, with green eyes and reddish brown hair. She was wearing a pair of black tights, and an olive green dressy tunic shirt. She had brown boots and brown leather fingerless gloves. “Declan, where’s my warm welcome, darling?” She turned to Declan, eyes wide and bright. “What do you want, Dannika?” Declan spat, inching closer to me. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Why the hostility, my love?” She asked, p