Romance Novels By Selena Montgomery の小説・ストーリー

Eyes low and submissive. Lyria shrank when she saw him, but Selene kept her chin high, meeting his eyes. "This is Rina and Velora," he said. "My favorite slaves. The best. They’re going to teach you how to please me." Selene crossed her arms. "Keep dreaming." Anton stepped closer, his gaze firm. "You still don’t understand where you are, do you? This castle is mine. These walls are mine. The air you breathe... is mine. And you belong to me too."

CHAPTER 3: TANGLED IN HEAT AND DARKNESS SELENE’S POV Oh, my good Goddess. The heat enveloping me is so intense that it feels like molten fire is searing through every vein in my body. My back is pressed firmly against the cold wall, the chill doing little to temper the fever raging inside me. My head tips back, eyes rolling upward, as I try to brace myself against the relentless onslaught. Somehow—though I don’t even remember moving—I’ve locked my legs tightly around his waist, my thighs trembling, my breath tearing out of me in ragged gasps.

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

“I know that too.” She hesitated. “The ceremony is in seven days.” “I’m aware.” Another pause. Then, quieter this time: “Are you scared?” I turned back toward the window before answering. Outside, the mountain wind bent the pine trees in long slow movements. “No,” I said. My hands trembled slightly at my sides. Neither of us mentioned it. My name is Selena Valez. I am twenty-two years old, the only child of Alpha Hector Valez, and I have never shifted into my wolf.

I muttered to myself, being with Zarek now means no freedom. Across the room, Leila was already sitting on the chair, her legs crossed and her arms folded. She didn’t even let Zarek sit down, when she heard the sound of the door, she spoke up. “I’ll say it again,” she said coldly. “Selene can’t be the one who is mated to you, she can never be your mate. She’s an exiled Luna. She’s disgraced. She’s the ex-mate of your friend.”

The most important thing is that she is back on her feet, not strong enough but she could walk. I stepped aside, extending a hand to the woman who had brought both war and peace to my soul. I couldn't lie, I love every bit of war and peace she had brought to me except for one. That is the death part. I don't need that from her. “Selene Whitmore of the BloodFang Pack. My fated mate. My Luna.” I said with a cold voice. I felt some peace run down my chest subduing the anger that had long been drilling one off.

And I had been playing it longer than either of them realized. Selene had always been too naive, too trusting. She saw the world through rose-colored glasses, believed in happy endings and true love and all that fairytale nonsense that real life had a way of crushing underfoot. She probably thought Ronan was her knight in shining armor, her escape route from a marriage she had decided she didn't want anymore. How wrong she was.

he pleaded, his voice desperate. "What are your favorite flowers again?" He added. A sharp pain tore through Selene’s chest as her face tightened, turning red with the weight of her emotions. She gasped, a pitiful laughter escaping her lips. "Roses, or Forget-me-nots, Cole," she whispered. "My favorite flowers are Roses, or Forget-me-nots." Her voice cracked, and she shook her head in denial. "Right, Roses… or Forget-me-nots. I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s been such a hectic week... You know I love you, right? I’ll make it right."

Before she could respond, Selene suddenly looked at Damien again. “You replaced me quickly.” “You left,” Damien answered emotionlessly. Selene tilted her head slightly. “And yet you still look miserable.” The tension between them became suffocating. Ariana suddenly felt like an outsider witnessing something personal. Something unresolved. Selene looked back at Ariana mockingly. “Tell me,” she said sweetly, “did he already warn you?” Ariana frowned. “Warn me about what?” Selene smiled coldly. “That Damien Monteverde destroys every woman who loves him.”

“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.