Novel & Cerita Shadow Daddy Books

Riley’s POV Mr. Brooks’ hand landed another firm spank on my bright red ass, making me jolt forward against the couch. Fingers from Jake and Marcus kept sliding between my thighs, teasing and exploring my wetness. One finger pushed inside me while another circled my clit. I couldn’t think straight anymore. My body shook with every touch and every slap. “Please,” I gasped, my voice coming out shaky and desperate. “Please Daddy, make the dare real, fuck me hard.”

Shapely calves tanned and muscled and her feet bare. Her hair was loose around her shoulder. It made her look younger and smaller somehow. I tore my eyes away before she could see the list in them because that just wouldn't do. I didn't usually have a problem controlling my urges but if yesterday had rued anything it was that she was dangerous to my self control and I didn't want her to realise what power she had over me. Motioning to the chair opposite me I took another sip of the coffee, ignoring the burning pain as the boiling liquid flooded my mouth.

"Isla understands what it means to be Luna. She's here. She's present. She puts the pack first. She puts family first." Lyra wanted to scream. She wanted to shift and let her wolf tear him apart. She wanted to destroy everything in this room. But before she could respond, before she could even process his words, someone touched her arm. "Lyra, dear." Her mother's voice was soft but firm. The tone she'd used when Lyra was a child and misbehaving. "Come with me. Let's talk privately."

I felt his fear when he looked at me and understood that my blood had helped open the cradle. Adolphus lifted his hand toward the throne, and the first Blood Feather book obeyed by letting another drop of black ink fall. The shadow child’s mouth opened slightly. Ashina screamed like the ink had entered her own throat. Maelor kicked inside her again, and this time the shadow child kicked inside the cradle at the same moment. The field gasped. The connection was no longer hidden. One child in the womb. One shadow in the cradle. One name stretched between them like a rope around a newborn’s neck.

Shade,a huge man ,six feet tall with intimidating muscles and full beards. His chest revibrate as he walked to meet his Master in those huge boots which made his steps echo in the large room . “ Split the child and feed it to the hyenas .” Lord Royale D'embert orders tossing the large knife to Shade who caught the knife in the middle of the air . “ Please Lord , Spare my daughter's life . I swear on my life , I don't know where he is .” The woman pleads holding onto her child tightly . She chokes fearfully .

She briefly looked at Demian through the reflection of the mirror in front of her. "Vampires also read books? What are you reading?" Shada chirped, making Demian a bit annoyed. "You didn't answer my question. Where are you going? With who? Oh... with that guy?" probed Demian with a sneering face. "You read my mind, don't you?" Shada was annoyed. Why did Demian bother to ask when he could immediately know from the contents of Shada's head. Shada refocused on her light makeup. Sometimes she heard Demian hissing, grumbling and even opening each page of his book loudly.

Inside lay a set of baby clothes that I had bought for my unborn child. Unfortunately, the child would never have the chance to wear them. The dirty soil and cake smeared the baby's clothes, while Chandler turned a blind eye to my mom’s desperate pleas. My mom’s frail body was curled in pain within that dark, narrow coffin. The driver, unable to bear it any longer, opened the coffin to let her out. When my mom saw the sunlight, her wide eyes registered shock, and tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. “Is that you, Mariah?

•|•|• The fates have designed your way, and Selene brought you forth from the earth and gave you life. As an Alpha you will live to rule, as a slave, you will live to serve, for always till fate and time reunite you in the fields from which Selene first brought you forth. •|•|• [Shade Shadows] Sweat littered my forehead in shiny sheets as I stepped off the ladder to examine my work. I had cleared one full row of shelves of books from top to bottom. The row spanned nearly half of the vast room, and my arms ached from the mere load.

I honestly don’t know how I made it through infancy. Lydia was a drug addict and a whore; she sold herself for drugs, money, for a roof over her head -- literally for just about anything. She had no idea who my father was, and didn't care. Keeping me around was just a way to get money from the state and pity from strangers. My earliest memories are of being alone and hungry, of basic survival -- of a ravenous hunger that is enough to make you seriously desperate. Even as a child I knew I was alone in the world; all I had was myself and all I could trust was myself.

I can’t handle that right now. I’m Everly Sasha Shadows, daughter of Zane Shadows and the granddaughter of Death. Failure should never be an option, and yet I failed. I failed so fucking hard that I don’t want anyone else to know, let alone my grandfather that is a god. It’s bad enough that Dad knows. I can’t handle anyone else knowing, not right now. I have to be able to find a way on my own to save Sebastian. With Dad and Mom's help, there has to be a way for us to figure it out. Going to Death is the last resort. A desperate attempt that I’m not ready for. Plus, if he finds out I failed, he might not want me to help with the underworld, and I don’t think my confidence could take that hit