Shatter Nova And Deacon Novels & Stories

"Seven... six... five..." Sophia had taken everything. "Four... three... two..." Now, Isabella Torrino was going to die. "One. Detonate!" A massive explosion lit up the distant sky, a fireball roaring into the night. I stared at the flames, and for the first time, I didn't cry. Isabella Torrino was dead. And a new woman was born from her ashes. —————— Vincent's POV I walked into the mansion at 10:30 p.m. to the sound of a maid's piercing scream from upstairs.

Nova said smoothly, "when someone learns how to disappear properly. Shame when others notice too late." A few guests blinked. One man chuckled under his breath. The woman went quiet, her smile twitching at the edges. Damian didn't look at Nova. But she saw it. The flicker in his side profile, barely a shift in his jaw, a subtle drag of his tongue along his lower lip, the tight press of his thigh against the edge of the table. Control, fractured; he was turned on. By Nova's defiance. Her restraint and Her refusal to be rattled. Nova took a slow sip of wine, gaze drifting over the glittering crowd. "Funny how names echo in rooms like this," Nova murmured, loud enough for him to hear. "But echo

Gabriella “This is your new room now.” Dante’s voice cut through the silence like a knife. It was icy, piercing, and utterly conclusive, enveloping my heart with the heaviness of his words like steel shackles. He towered above me, his towering figure creating a shadow so immense it seemed to engulf me entirely. And at that instant, I understood — truly understood — that any remaining hope I possessed was quickly and irretrievably fading like sand slipping through my hands.

I answer the phone immediately saying the code we came up with so he knows to speak freely “She turns 18 tomorrow she will find her mate at midnight tonight after her first shift don’t do anything yet but keep her close grovel apologize whatever it takes just keep her close” and with that he hangs up leaving my head swimming even more and the anger even more noticeable. The door bell rings and Kelly answers it calling out food and Shannon the omega is here so I put on my best performance and get to work. Nova’s POV

"Your belongings have already been shifted to the estate. Your mother and sister have moved to a house in Connecticut. Paid for, utilities included, medical attention taken care of for your mother. All as contracted." He said it like he was expecting thanks. Like I was going to thank him for shattering my world and putting the pieces back together. "Can I see them? Before we leave?" "No." Like that. No sorry, no let me persuade you. "They're my family…. " "And now I'm your family." His voice turned icy. "The quicker you accept that, the better this will be." I had wanted to fight him. Wanted to scream that he couldn't just cut me loose from all the people I loved. But the deal was done. The

So, I turned my back, giving them a chance to choose for themselves. It was wishful thinking. Nova heard the movement before my people even called out. She turned on her heels, striking out in time to drag her claws across his half-shifted belly. He clutched at his stomach with his working hand as he stumbled back. Shifting the rest of the way before falling to the ground.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

It was tears of a raw, painful reality that tormented my soul. I listened to the rhythmic pounding sound beneath my chest. I... Nova, the rational being who had lived her whole life only within codes, cyber networks, and the confines of logic, had just died while masturbating, muttering a man's name. Not only my body, but also that poor, stupid heart I referred to as a "broken-hearted dildo," had completely fallen captive to the aura of that mafia baron, that savage, aristocratic-world-destroying, ghetto monster. "Am I falling in love?" my lips murmured, the words hanging in the steam of the bathroom.

I’ve learned I don’t do well with blood. Nina handed me the gun as she walked by and pushed me out of the way. “Okay, this is going to hurt, so I hope you have a high pain tolerance.” Nathan just nodded. I didn’t doubt that he did, this is definitely not his first rodeo and I was sure this was not his first encounter with a gun. “So what’s your relationship with the Shifter? He’s quite possessive of you,” she asked as she dug her fingers into flesh. It was hard to see his wound, but it was obvious how deep it was when Nina dug her fingers into his back thigh.