Shadow Of Your Smile Novels & Stories

To confirm what I am hearing, I decided to enter and see for myself what is happening inside the study. I reached for the door and opened the door. The scene before me sent shivers down my spine; Anna’s dress moved up her thigh, straddling his lap in his chair, his hand held her waist, and his head was buried in the cleavage of her breasts. His other hands were beginning to make way beneath her dress. They did not see me at first. Then Anna looked up, met my eyes over his shoulder, and smiled. Before she started to act shocked, her smile nauseated me.

Shadows began appearing along the horizon, and the whispers increased. The smell of fresh flowers but none within sight, only grass. I followed the smell to an old oak tree. The bark was tough and rough as I held my hand against the trunk. It creaked and groaned as a door appeared in front of me in the trunk. Stepping through brought me home. But it didn't feel like home. It was cold, empty, with grayness overcast through it. Breath was visible in front of me as I took deep breaths. All light and love had sucked out of it. This time I heard his voice. Damian!

Outside the compound the night was quiet and dark and Shadowmoon was out there in it slowly becoming something new. Inside this room Ray's hand was in my hair and the bond was breathing quietly between us and everything was exactly as it should be. "The smile," I said quietly. He pulled the cover over my face. I laughed. He pulled me closer.

He leans closer, voice dropping so low I feel it more than hear it. “I will strip away every shield around you. Your secrets. Your allies. Your pride.” My breath catches. He smiles then. Not warmly. Not kindly. The kind of smile a man wears before closing a coffin. “And when I’m done,” he whispers, stepping back into the shadows, “you’ll beg for the mercy you never had.”

•|•|• Of all things that we have tamed. Of all the things beneath our control, one thing remains wild and free. The way the heart roams, which direction it chooses to run. And we, the so-called free, are slaves to every beat. •|•|• [SHADE SHADOWS] My smile lingers, softly stretching into a comfortable line as Kayos remains quiet. I look up at him from the chair, and he, from his towering height peers down, with warm eyes of blue-green, searching mine.

It’s against everything fate has tried to impose upon us. Dorian notices. The smile vanishes from his face, replaced by a flicker of surprise. For a second, uncertainty clouds his gaze—and that’s all I need to believe that maybe, just maybe, we have a chance. “You don’t know who you’re messing with,” Shadow whispers, his voice deeper, darker, like a lament, as if everything he’s endured has prepared him for this moment. He moves swiftly—faster than I expected—and confronts Dorian. The energy surrounding Shadow explodes in a burst of light and darkness that seems to fracture reality itself.

“Whatever I do, shadow, it’s also portrayed on you. I step out of line, they’ll come after you. We have to play it smart. Hide in the shadows.” I smile softly, a sense of calm settling over me despite everything. “I like the shadows,” I murmur. He smiles back, the warmth of it radiating through me. And like that, I drift off again, this time not with fear or pain, but with love. I’m alive with love.

My white hair moved around me like smoke caught in wind. I looked at her. "You hurt me." She smiled. "I'll hurt you again." "You hurt my sister." The smile vanished off her face. "And nobody," the light around me surged violently, "gets to possess my sister." I thrust my hand forward, and a wave of white energy struck Tamara dead center. Her body lifted off the ground. The Shadow inside her screamed. "No!"

“Relax, lightning bug. You were unconscious, not my type. I prefer my girls screaming with enthusiasm, not fever induced hallucinations.” I growled, sparks flickering at my fingertips. “I swear to the goddess, if you even touched me…” “Oh, I touched you,” he said, gaze flicking down my form deliberately. “Had to carry you. Over the threshold, no less. Very romantic. Too bad you were drooling.” “HADES!” His laughter boomed through the room, full of unholy joy. He was loving this. The panic. My rage. Me wrapped in nothing but a blanket…my shame.

Grace who had just witnessed him embarrass himself in front of her smiling like he got his favorite candy made her think whether she married psycho or what. “ can you for god sake stop smiling! It looks creepy” Even though it was a huge lie because Grace found herself felling into that sexy smile but to Shade…….well his smile fell the moment he heard that Grace felt uncomfortable. “ sorry I didn’t mean to scare you…..umm if you feel uncomfortable I would leave” with that said Shade quickly turned to leave “ stop! Stop! Stop!”