Sinful Discord 소설 & 이야기

Theo whispered, “And who made this one?” “I did.” “And what does it say?” Adrian’s eyes burned. “You don’t walk away without looking back.” His fingers found Theo’s wrist, guiding his hand upward until it rested over Adrian’s heart. The rhythm beneath his palm was uneven, alive with something too intense to name. “You feel that?” Adrian asked. Theo nodded. “That’s what you do to me,” Adrian said. “That’s what disobedience costs.” Theo’s breath came shallow. “What are you going to do about it?”

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

“Try me.” The words hang between us. I want to tell him the truth, that I didn’t sell him out, that the betrayal was a trap meant for both of us. But I know Nicholas Rhodes doesn’t forgive on faith. He forgives on evidence, and evidence is exactly what I don’t have. “I warned you once,” he says softly, “about silence. It makes men think you’re hiding something.” I look up. “And what do you think I’m hiding, Nicholas?” For a second, his name catches on his breath. Then he straightens, armor sliding back into place. “Everything.”

As though the bond understood that its authority came precisely from not being asked for. I sat on the stone ledge at the chamber wall because the situation seemed to warrant it. Soren sat on the floor, because of course he did, and for once I didn’t find it anything other than what it was, a man who had always been comfortable where he was. “It deepens,” he said. “With every job. The Vael texts call it a discipline resonance, but that’s translation language. Approximate. In practice it’s understood as recognition between two people whose relationship to fire is genuinely compatible. Not similar. Compatible. The distinction matters.”

“But maybe it’s better we deal with everything now – that way we can put it behind us and start the summit on a clean slate.” I grimace, understanding him at once. I’d chosen the wrong words for our game and cut too close to home. Now Sinclair wasn’t merely going to concoct sensual payments for made-up infractions like wearing clothes in his bed, he was going to address the greatest conflicts in our time apart – things that were part and parcel my fault. It isn’t a prospect to which I’m looking forward, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t feel desperate to heal the rifts between us.

PRIDE, LUST, GREED, ENVY, SLOTH, GLUTTONY, and WRATH. With the name of the sins that are held up and dropped with the weight of their curses. Everything crumbles around the core and half stage of the 4th and within the circle of AVARICE, as the book blew back unto her arms and everything turns into the same circle where she is in that middle surrounded by the torches with their respective flames. “Well then.” Patiently waiting as she is all used to it by now. The door appears, but is a lock, with the voice that echoes and started to giggle, asking her the question.

The leader, his voice laced with malice, addressed his pack, "To break the unity of the alphas, we shall taint the air they breathe. Let us release a strange pollutant that shall cloud their minds and sow seeds of doubt." Whenever they did that, it always worked. That was what happened the last time at Daphne's pack. She had left her pack to go into the outside city and they saw an opportunity to ruin the pack. If Daphne had come back a little bit late, the infinite pack wouldn't have flourished. Although it wouldn't have been easy with her husband making sure no one permanently hurt themselves. He too was infused with the drug of discord, however he managed to be alert. The Alpha of Alphas

“We do not seek your throne, Weaver. We only seek a place where the silence does not scream. We will serve you in whatever way we can, so long as our children can sleep without the fear of the tide.” ​As the wolves began to lead the refugees down into the warmth of the mountain, I felt a sharp, stinging pain in my palm. The silver scar was turning black again, the darkness spreading like ink in water. The Dissonance was not just a weapon I had used to win a battle. It was an invitation I had sent to the world. And I had just opened the door to the very people who were most haunted by it.

This pernicious being flourished on making chaos and strife inside the common world, disturbing the agreement of the swamp. The Echo of Discord's voice was a cacophony of cacophony because it revealed in its control to sow friction. "I bolster the chaos inside the bog, and I believe that by dividing it into turmoil, I can keep up control." Cassie's assurance was unwavering. "We must discover a way to release the stolen concordance and reestablish the serene adjust." Birch's eyes examined the Reverberate of Friction, looking for a way to scatter its harsh influence. "The enchantment of the Charmed Woodland engages us to face this conflicting challenge."