Novel & Cerita Sanscest Sin

If you help us, you could keep your life and your family's livelihood. Csilla looked at him surprised. She never told anyone her name, not even her client, and no one else knew what her family does for a living. But this man knew, and clearly, he knows more than he should. 'No need to be surprised.' Albert added. 'I know just about everything about you. Clearly, you are underestimating us, Miss Strelicz. So how about you cooperate, huh?' 'All we want is St. Stephen's Crown be put on the head of a Magyar! You Austrians stole what is rightfully ours!' she said in exasperation.

I told myself I didn’t need to. The sand was sticking to my ankles as I walked towards the villa. My heart felt heavy like something was weighing on it. Marco. He seemed charming at first. He looked so confident, had an easy smile, and the same features as Dante, just softer around the edges. He had introduced himself as if it were a joke. “Marco De Luca. Dante’s cousin.” I could see Dante approaching us but before he reached us, Marco leaned towards me and whispered something, low enough that I almost missed it because of the wind.

How would she fight Zayren when he kept threatening to take Reynez away? Because if Zayren wanted, he could easily reveal their true identities and use the legal document she had once signed, the one that clearly stated if she ever left him, she would have no right over their son. That paper felt like a chain around her neck, tightening every time she thought about it. She had signed it unconsciously back then, never imagining it would one day become a weapon against her. The fear of losing Reynez was not just emotional; it was legal, real, and terrifying.

Watered the windowsill basil like it was a normal Sunday. Then the email came. From an address she didn’t recognize. Subject: “Clarification Needed: Former Church Transactions” Her heart stopped. She clicked on it with trembling fingers, already knowing before the first line appeared. “We are conducting a routine review of financial discrepancies from Restoration Harvest’s building fund, and your name has been referenced on several relevant authorizations…” No signature. No explanation. No contact number. Just enough to make her blood run cold. Eden sank into the kitchen chair, stomach lurching. Her mind raced—how much could they trace? Hadn’t that all been under Dusty’s control?

Sera's POV “You think this makes you some kind of savior?” Sera slammed her hands on the massive oak desk, leaning forward so hard her palms stung. “You destroy my family and now you want to buy me like I’m one of your fucking properties?” Kaelan Voss sat back in his leather chair, completely unfazed, those steel-gray eyes locked on her like she was already his. The corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile, more like he found her anger entertaining. “Sit down, Seraphina.”

"You've grown some wings since I gave you that seat." "You gave me this seat because you were not fit for ruling Mom. You are only fit for reigning." A sound slap sent his ears ringing and it took a while before he could recover. His mother's hands were strong and solid like iron, such that it was impossible not to feel the sound impact of her slaps. "Bastardo!" She spitted out in Spanish. Henry's insults were enough and unbearable. "Whether you are my son or not, I am going to deal with you and put you in your place. Engañar!"

"You have pure-blooded Lycanthrope running through your veins." I remembered having the conversation with Dr. Zosak in the previous weeks when he told me the name thing, yet I still shook my head. "The only time I've had Lycanthrope blood in my veins was when Cain gave me a blood transfusion." He hummed and looked down at my ankle. "Well that explains the healing." I looked down at my ankle, curious about what he meant. "Your grandfather shoved a tracking beacon into your ankle, tearing your calcaneofibular ligament. I'm surprised you could walk on it, if I'm being completely honest."

Vincent said, irritated. "You’re a damn fool, Vincent!" The woman exclaimed with a tone of anger. "Hinaut nga magmubu ang imong kinatawo!" The trio of women departed while Brent chuckled at the woman's statement. He caught the gaze of Vincent and Tristan. "Do you understand her?" Tristan asked. "Yes, she was talking in Cebuano," Brent said. Brent's mother was remembered as a Cebuana. "What did she say, exactly? Did she curse me?" Vincent wondered, his mind racing about dark magic and ancient spells.

Yes, like a rabbit animal. “Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc