Roxana Webnovel Novels & Stories

I'm the only one who has the right to touch her; anybody else dies. Her feet step forward, and she sits at the edge of the bed, causing her crop top to rise slightly. She quickly pulls it down. But I already see it— a long scar just below her left breast. The image of Marco beating her, forcing himself on her, slips into my head. The glass in my hand cracks a little, but Roxana is completely unaware. “Are you listening at all?” “ Nope. You f*cking talk so much I think my ears are going to bleed soon.”

I added. Cora stepped even closer. “You are underestimating him,” she said quietly. “He was always weaker," I replied nonchalantly. “So were you, and look who you are now.” That made me pause. She took another step. “Marcus took over the southern rogues—wolves who hated anything that looked like order, a hungry set of wild wolves... unified by one man, under his authority, he leads them.” I bit my tongue, tasting blood. “You’re not the only one who found strength in pain, Lev.”

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.

Victoria smiled—fangs glinting, blood-tears shining. “Raven.” Raven shivered—delighted, overwhelmed. “Again.” “Raven.” Raven laughed—fuller this time, freer. Victoria pulled her close once more. The knights watched—silent, reverent. The rift was closed. Time had been stolen. But sound had been given back. And Raven Winterstar—necromantress, scion of Death, princess consort of Valros—heard the world for the first time in years. She held Victoria tighter.

Chapter 41 Author's pov Soft sobs lingered in the air, piercing the thick silence. Sabrina curled up helplessly, her head resting on her knees and her hands wrapping her fragile bruised body. These days had been tough on her…too tough, she was starting to break, bit by bit. Darius, the Rogue King didn't fail to fulfill his promise about breaking her until her life was reduced in an unending sequence of agonizing torture. Neither did he fail to overwhelm her with a daily dose of tormenting pain.

"I want nothing except to satisfy my curiosity and perhaps introduce myself properly to the lady who may very well tip the balance of power in directions none of us have fully anticipated. As for how long I have been observing, let us simply say long enough to appreciate her natural talent and note several interesting techniques that suggest her mother was far more than the retired Luna playing at human domesticity." He turned his full attention to Aria, and she felt the weight of his regard like physical pressure against her consciousness. "Aria Vale, marked Lun, and apparently bearer of a bloodline gifts that run deeper than most. I am Ronan Draxen, Alpha of the Western Reaches and someone

Orlando whispered in my ear before dragging Enrique away. “I admire your love for each other,” I said to Chiara while hugging her. “Thank you.” “And wanna tell me what you were doing with Orlando?” Rosie nudged my ribs. “Not now.” I hushed her, making everyone laugh. “Let’s get the bride to bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow.” *** Brian Schultz “What’s this?” I was taken aback by Alana’s new look. For a moment, I thought it was her. “I changed my hair color,” Alana said. “I want you to love me the way you love her.” She sniffled. “I don’t care, even if I have to change who I am. I’ll do anything for you, Brian.”