Sinopsis Tirani 소설 & 이야기

“This—this can’t be real. You think they… lied to her? Used her baby to lure her in?” Thorne’s nostrils flared. “It’s a setup,” he said tightly, his eyes blazing. “A cruel, twisted game, and I’m done sitting around while they tear her apart again. Mira, Stella—whatever the hell they’re calling themselves—they’re not going to get away with this. It's been a while since I've murdered someone.” I stiffened instantly. He scrolled further, his gaze narrowing as he stopped on one message. “Tuscany,” he said under his breath, his tone changing to one of deadly clarity. “That’s where they were headed. An old village. That’s where they took her.”

She went to bed, his perfume was impregnated on the sheets and her skin, With a smile on her face she fell asleep. She heard her voice while asleep, she was screaming and very agitated, and his laugh resounded all over the place, just as loud as Isabella's voice. She opened her eyes. She wants to know where the voice is coming from. She saw him sitting next to her looking at the screen of her laptop. " What are you doing?" He heard her sleepy voice and immediately closed the laptop. Then he looked at her, "Nothing", he said just as seriously. "I heard My friend's voice. She stretched and sat down. He showed her a video.

“Easy? Says the guy who never had to push out an imaginary dead baby. But thank you. Seriously. You’re so different from the dream version. He was all control and anger and making breakfast one day then choking me the next. You’re… lovely. It makes me cry sometimes because I keep waiting for the twist but there isn’t one.” Elias reaches over and wipes a tear off my cheek with his thumb. “No twist. Just me. The guy who hit you with his car and then stuck around because he couldn’t leave. Lucky accident I guess.” “Lucky for you maybe,” I say sarcastic but I’m smiling big. “I woke up to a hot nurse basically. Could’ve been worse.” We keep talking and laughing and somewhere in the middle of it I

“My family, my fiancé… they said I’m a bastard. Am I really that bad?” He fell silent, his sharp eyes studying me with an intensity that sent chills down my spine. “You’re not bad. They’re just blind.” “Entertain me,” I whispered, losing all control of my logic. “Sleep with me. I want to feel alive, even if it’s just for one night.” I vaguely remembered him whispering something about who he was, but my ears were ringing. All I remembered was the masculine scent of sandalwood and his strong hand guiding me out of the bar into the darkness that promised escape.

And that silence terrified her more than anything else. Tanya stepped forward again despite every instinct screaming at her not to. Her hand lifted before she could stop herself. And the moment her fingers touched the mural, the sanctuary responded. Light pulsed through the stone like veins igniting. The air shifted violently. Kael grabbed her arm instantly. “Tanya don’t” Too late. The wall trembled. And words hidden, ancient, alive rose across the stone surface like they had been waiting only for her touch. “The heir lives.” Tanya’s breath caught. Kael went completely still.

# Chapter 6 Tia woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and the sound of voices raised in anger below. She checked the clock—ten AM. She'd slept for six hours, longer than she had since the night of her engagement party. The shouting grew louder. She dressed quickly and followed the noise to Dante's study, where she found him standing behind his desk, jaw clenched, facing down a man she'd never seen before. He was older, silver-haired, wearing an expensive suit that screamed old money and older power.

My shirt clung to my skin from the dampness. "Too hard on him?" Tyler rolled those words around, testing them. Then, he sneered, his eyes sweeping over me with open displeasure before shifting back to Andrew. "Andy, you're just too nice. You shared that tiramisu with him yesterday, and he didn't say he had other plans then, did he? "But now that you want him to grab some for you since it's on his way, suddenly it's 'not convenient for him.' It's obvious what he means, isn't it?"

"By the witness of the Blood Moon and this pack, I, Joric of Blackfang, claim Giselle as my Luna." A deafening roar of cheers erupted. Giselle's eyes filled with tears, her body trembling with excitement. "Joric…" "Drink," he said. They both drained their glasses. The sweet liquid, a symbol of their union, slid down their throats. The pack cheered wildly. But Joric’s mind was somewhere else entirely. The image of that familiar figure on Torin's back wouldn't leave him. He couldn't stand the torment any longer. "I have to take care of something," he said to Giselle.

She asks furiously. "He's my boyfriend" she says in a duh tone. "Kira," Gio smiles. "Gio," Kira sighs in relief and runs into his arms. "Oh, Kira, what happened? Where is Angelo?" he says, holding her close. "C'era un tiro a OL e arrestarono Angelo e Vincent. Sono così Gio spaventato" she cries. [Translation: there was a shootout at OL, and they arrested Angelo and Vincent. I'm so scared Gio.]

Those were the last words the confused and frightened girl heard before she felt a prick on her arm then she was out like a light. That was two years ago and since then Talia's life has been more than miserable. Her aunt treated her so bad she began hating her own existence. She cried for the first few months till she got used to the harsh treatment. Her husband and children weren't any better. When they got tired of her they decided to do what led to this moment. Selling her to the highest bidder.