Romans & histoires Rufus Kindred

This time, my smile was vanished. “Si.” I answered, my tone of voice clipped. Cyrus cleared his throat. “I just heard back from my people. Ghost and Ricardo Sanchez are one in the same.” I stumbled on my feet, almost tripping over. Dannie held me, inquiring if I was okay. My answer was silence. My widened orbs, unblinking, moved to Cassandra. She was pale as a ghost. Guilty as charged. As though she knew what Cyrus had said to me—as though she knew it all.

Jade replied shamelessly, "Oh, come now, they've known each other since they were kids. We're together! I'll let Allen take Rosie's name if that's fine with you." She then signaled for Allen to come over, but Allen did not budge. My mother smiled and said, "I've told you: it's better for our families to not have any further dealings. Stop all your bullcrap and get straight to the point." Jade's expression turned awkward as she said, "Actually, I came to apologize. Please have mercy on us. The Walters can't take this anymore!" "Why not? But Allen must admit that he was engaged with Rosie, and Lydia has been the third wheeler all along."

He doesn’t seem to notice my presence. “Karen is dead, mum,” he says, and my eyes sharply return to him. My heart skips. “According to what I learned, she forced herself on Xaden last night when he was feral.” Everything inside me stills. This woman with the general tag is his mother. And if he’s Xaden’s twin, that means their mother is the Luna of the wolf pack here that Soren told me about. Friends with Hannah’s mother. My chest tightens sharply at everything. The realization, the news he just delivered…everything.

Everyone had been reduced to ashes. Rufus had been hiding in a secluded cabin deep within a remote jungle, far from the chaos that had consumed the world he once knew. Over the months, he had grown deeply attached to the baby girl, the last of her kind, the final heir to the royal bloodline—the last of the White Crescents.

I meant it. However, Lucas just broke down. "I'll never be happy again... I've lost it all," he sobbed. ... I left the house to Lucas, wanting to keep nothing but the memories. Still, I wired 150 thousand dollars to Patrick's account. Not because I was soft, but because I was done with that chapter. I was financially secure, and Lucas had quit his job. I did not want any loose ends. Life got brighter from there. My college buddy and I started an outdoor club right there in town. I met folks who shared my love for the wild, and we would head out on adventures whenever we could.

And that corner of the clothe bore a bright inscription: "Elder Silas." Rufus's brows furrowed deeply as he glared at the corpse with burning eyes. Although he didn't say a word, he knew war was coming. The arrows and flames could only mean one thing: THE RED ONES!! The Red Ones had been hidden for years, so why are they reappearing now? Rufus clenched his hand tightly. THE WHITE WOLF WITH THE BLOOD OF THE KING! Edward and his relatives suddenly appeared from the door, with Edward squatting down close to Rufus.

"It's not like I didn't try to refuse the match. But what can I do? Marcus Mercer just can't get enough of me." "You can be the real Sterling daughter all you want, what's yours still ended up in my hands." I smiled. The reason she was so confident was simple. A year ago, I had been found and brought back to the Sterling family–their real daughter. As for her, she was only the foster child my family had taken in after I went missing. A year ago, when the Mercers came to propose the marriage, the one they originally wanted… was me. Mr. Mercer admitted I was not as polished as Nina, but at least I carried the Sterling family's blood.

What was her deal? Was it a curse to be her son… or be a potential Prince, either way? “Please stop!” Katherine screamed at the peak of her voice. They both gasped that second, wondering how lost they had been not to hear her all this while. “Please…” she begged again. “That we’re a scarred family is already enough. Don’t worsen it...” she sobbed. “Don’t throw away what we built for centuries... please... please,” Rufus withheld his hidden abilities which was threatening to spill out in anger. He sped out angrily, slamming the door. As he walked carelessly, he hit his leg on a silver object, which pierced through his shoes causing him pain instantly.

In some of them I’m alone, struggling in the dark, and in others, the best ones, I have my mate. “When we cast the spell the first time,” Rufus explains, “We swore an oath to the Goddess herself. A thousand lives if needed to bring the future we required, a future free of fear, where our children, wolf and witchkind, could live again in harmony.” In a blink, I’m standing in another battlefield. This time I am Rufus, and she is Astrea. We see each other for the first time on opposite sides, two hybrids fighting for different peoples. Two people destined to tie their lives to one another for eternity. In this life, Rufus and I are one spirit, perfectly merged, speaking with one voice, loving w

Everything else he'd learned to do without. A coworker named Marcus had sent him a text that morning: You need to eat something that isn't depressing. Trust me on this. The link took him to a restaurant called Roots. Italian-inspired, family-owned, great reviews. Fifteen minutes from his office. Perfect. Owen told himself he was just hungry.