Selena Montgomery Romance Novels Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Come here." Her eyes, filled with love and fear, searched mine for reassurance. I offered a gentle smile, the kind that had once melted her defenses, and she moved to straddle me, her warmth enveloping me. Our bodies were a silent testament to the fiery passion that burned between us. Our kiss grew more urgent as we clung to each other, as if by doing so, we could hold back the chaos threatening to consume us. Selena's hands roamed my chest, feeling the pounding of my heart against her palms. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, a reminder that amidst the horrors of our reality, we had found something beautiful. Her mouth moved to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited my desire f

It was an odd feeling, but a strangely happy one on such a sad day. At one point, we came to a small stream in the middle of the woods. The water was frozen, causing the rocks to look slick and shiny in the dim light. As it flowed downwards, the little waterfalls that were once there in the warmer weather were now frozen in time, like little white drips of wax sitting on the side of a candle. I imagined that this would be a nice spot to sit and read during the nice weather; and somehow, as I stood there and looked around, I suddenly got the sense that Selena did just that while she was alive. It was as though our twin bond gave me the ability to sense her energy here. I closed my eyes for a

I said. “Selena! I’ve been trying to reach you,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. “What happened? Is everything okay?” I inhaled, steadying myself. “What’s wrong?” I asked gently. “Liam, he’s been lying to me,” she admitted, voice cracking. “What did he do?” I asked, heart tightening. “He’s a supernatural, a werewolf prince. And he already has a chosen mate. We can never be together, he knew how much I hate those werewolves, they killed my parent” she said. “Where are you?” I asked. “Home,” she said softly.

She arched into him, body burning. He didn’t take her—not yet. But when his hand slipped under her dress and found her heat, she gasped, clutching his shoulders. He moved with knowledge, with reverence, with dominance. The forest trembled. Selene shattered. Not in fear. But in surrender. --- That night, she returned to her room alone. But her body bore the mark of his touch. Her lips were swollen. Her thighs ached with memory. Her soul was no longer untouched. And on her skin—just above her heart—a small, glowing crescent moon shimmered faintly.

I sit in the very comfortable sun chair and pick up the magazine next to Sophia's chair, which, who could have imagined, is Spanish. I look at a photo of me and Hunter, a combination of two photos. I take advantage of the fact that the three of them are in a sharp conversation about food and focus on the article that contains my name. "It seems that Selena Garcia's accident has definitely affected the romance with player Hunter Blanco. Selena rarely leaves the house, most of the time is with her sister-in-law. Hunter and Selena were seen together only once after the accident in a supermarket in Spain with a certain detachment.

His hot breath possessed every part of my body, he placed his hand around my waist and he pulled me closer to him, I felt a hot air get stuck in my throat before I coughed it off. “Who is Selena?” I whispered. “She is someone you should never speak about,” Dante said and this time his tone was a bit higher. “If you think Damon is a monster then you have no idea heat monsters are because Selena is worse than him.” He said and my breath hitches.

A month later - Selena sat on the couch in her room, the dim glow of her laptop screen casting eerie shadows on her face. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, with Julian suddenly reappearing in her life, marrying her under mysterious circumstances, and now, saving her from Ryder’s assault. Her mind was a tangled web of emotions—gratitude, confusion, fear, and an inexplicable pull toward Julian that she couldn’t quite understand. He was an enigma, a man who seemed to harbor both hatred and protectiveness toward her in equal measure.

Scarlett asked, playfully teasing Selena. Selena's eyes widened instantly, and she pointed at Scarlett's face with the fork in her hand. "You! You're the writer! I've seen your photo in the novel you wrote!" Selena exclaimed hysterically. Although Selena didn't follow various series of novels written by Scarlett, she had read two of them because they had an exciting storyline. Scarlett even knew that she was Karina's favorite author. "Oh my goodness! I never thought I would meet you here!" Selena said excitedly.

After class, she stepped into my path. Selina. You’re training hard. Your magic is becoming more beautiful. If you want real control, come to the Fae. We know more than the wolves.

Selena stood at the garden entrance, arms crossed. Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “That was unexpected.” Elara’s face burned with embarrassment. Adrian remained perfectly calm. “Selena.” She walked closer slowly. “I leave you two alone for one afternoon and suddenly we have romance.” “It’s none of your business.” “Oh, I disagree.” She smiled at Elara. “Especially since I just discovered something fascinating.” Elara’s stomach dropped. “What do you mean?” Selena tilted her head slightly. “I’ve been looking into your past.” The words felt like ice sliding down Elara’s spine.