Novel & Cerita Safar Tamam Hua Novel

Sienna, the same woman who had relied on me for every tiny PR move, even moderating fan comments, was completely unprepared for this. She shattered her phone and locked herself in her room, refusing to see anyone. … Sebastian took me back to his private villa. I sat in the wheelchair, staring at the unfamiliar garden outside. My heart was empty. In one night, I seemed to have it all and lost it all in the same breath.

Camilla called, her voice barely above a whisper. Imelda paused, turning her head. “Thank you,” Camilla muttered, tears threatening to fall. Imelda gave a small nod and rushed out. *********** The branches were harsh as they scraped her arms and legs, she forced herself through the bushes, the baby pressed into her chest. Imelda had held off Rafael's men long enough for her to make this escape, and led her through the bushes. This was the only safest route, she couldn't possibly pass the front gate. She'd be dead before they’d even recognize it was her, and Rafael wouldn't even care. Her heart pounded against her chest, as she moved barefoot and swiftly .

Carmen was the first person to talk about it after the news broke. The silence of the Crescent Moon fortress was a lie. To my advisors, the halls were quiet, but to me, the air was screaming. It had been days since Sara—my "Little Miss Blue Eyes"—had been ripped from the sanctuary I had promised her. Every hour that passed felt like a serrated blade drawing across my skin, a slow, agonizing flaying of my sanity.

The rooftop lights have dimmed without being asked. Somewhere in the walls a soft voice is humming the lullaby I sang to children who may only exist in code. I am not afraid. Somewhere north of nowhere, a valley is still green. Somewhere a man with storm-grey eyes still says yes a thousand times every morning. Pomegranate. See you in December. The diary ends. The last page is pressed with the empty rind, stained the exact colour of forgiveness. (End of interludes)

On the high-speed train home, the scenery outside passed by in fragments, but I could not focus on any of it. Shanine slept soundly on my shoulder. She had drunk too much the night before and had been rushed onto the train early this morning, leaving her half-dazed. Her hair brushed my neck, carrying the familiar scent of her shampoo. Yet, my heart felt strangely quiet. Almost empty. That happiness had arrived too fiercely, and it had disappeared just as quickly. Phoebe sat across from us, wearing headphones and scrolling through her phone. Occasionally, she looked up, our eyes meeting briefly before she quickly looked away again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Now, faced with the kindness of a stranger, it felt unreal. I took a deep breath and held back my tears. From today onward, I would learn to live again. … Third Person's POV At that moment, back in Newmont, Lorenzo was experiencing the first real loss of control in his life. After Elena was taken to the police station by a passerby that day, the police quickly located the abductors. A SWAT team raided the abandoned warehouse and rescued Sofia, who had been tied to a pillar. When Sofia was rescued, she had only a few scratches on her body, but she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

I questioned softly as a sudden tiredness overcame me. My savior said nothing as he just looked down at me and just smirked. I could’ve sworn it felt like he had jumped off the very edge he had saved me from as I couldn’t fight to stay awake anymore. Something about this stranger made my body feel safe and comfortable enough to be vulnerable in his presence. *** The sound of wood popping and crackling woke me up. My eyes shot wide open as the previous events rushed through my head. The rain, the animal, the mudslide, the mystery guy…

Just finalise one of them. Sure! Anjana excitedly replied. Just a day after... Anjana received a message from Amreet. Seeing the message, she lost her control and jumped up the bed. Guess what? It was nothing but a booking for the Andaman. Hastily, she picked up her mobile and dialed Amreet's number.. Finally we are going? I can't imagine... Really love u a lot. This is the statement that came for the first time from her side.

She survived five years on a remote island, only to be reduced to a servant upon her return. With trembling hands, Dylan whipped out his phone and tried Sarah’s number. He was met with the icy tone of a recorded operator. “The number you’ve dialed is no longer in service.” Slumping to the ground, Dylan crawled his way to Tammy’s feet. Tears and snot smeared his face. He was not the picture of composure he was before. “She must hate us… “Do you think… Do you think she’ll unalive herself?”

Even as we left, the smug smile on Joey's face was stuck in my mind. I knew that she was convinced she would live in endless wealth and prestige like I did in my last life, and she would be right. The vampire's castle had more diamonds in there than salt, sparkling with such blinding radiance that I was losing sleep. However, all of that came at a price—my life.