Sir Ares Good Night Novel Free Mga Nobela at Kwento

About the man who claimed me and then disappeared. I text Ares back: I'm looking forward to it. It's not entirely a lie. ******* The vineyard is perfect. Rolling hills, endless rows of grapevines. A private cottage overlooking the valley with floor-to-ceiling windows and a massive bed. Ares is attentive and romantic, pouring wine, making me laugh, and looking at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. We make love Saturday night in that massive bed, slow, sweet and tender.

The mansion looked darker at night. Not just in light—but in intention. Like every shadow was waiting for her to misstep, for her to fall. Riva stepped out of the car with quiet dread, her heels clicking against the stone steps as the door opened before she could even knock. Ares stood at the top of the stairs. No jacket. Shirt unbuttoned at the collar. Cufflinks undone. Veins along his forearms like art. “You’re late,” he said softly.

Then stirred awake. “What are you doing? Come back to bed,” he said groggily, reaching for me again. “It’s too early.” “You go back to bed. I need a bath.” He dropped his head and arm, tucking the latter under the pillow as he fell asleep, muttering. Making my way to the batbroom, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I found Ares laying in the bathtub with eyes closed. My heart almost clogged my throat. “Goddess!”

The humongous woman left with a sarcastic laugh together with her men. Ara felt her life coming down. But she's not going to stay still. She approached the most calm of all girls with her. She saw a yawning girl who's casually going to go back to sleep in her bed as if she's done this before. "Hey, can I ask you?" "Argh, same old shit," the girl probably a few years younger than Ara mumbled. "What the hell do you need?" Ara knelt beside the girl's bed. "My name is Ara. Where are we?"

So even if I wanted to meet Ares, it was impossible to escape their observant eyes. Later at night, I was laying on my back. The sky seemed to growl occasionally, sending announcement of an early rain. Suddenly, I wasn't liking my room anymore. Although nothing changed of my favourite decoration, my mind screamed someone's absence in my room. Ares! I missed his smug look whenever he wanted to be playful. Letting out a long sigh, I managed to close my eyes, hoping that a long night's sleep would take my worries away. Before I could consume into my sleep deeper, a knocking sound jolted me up from sleep.

My hands glowed faintly silver, wet as if I’d truly been in water. The mark over my chest pulsed one beat red, one beat silver. She was still out there. Not waiting. Calling. And this time, the sea wasn’t whispering anymore. It was singing. Ares POV The night stretched too long. Every candle in the fortress had burned low, every corridor empty but for the sound of my own footsteps. Sleep refused to come. The air itself felt heavy, thick with a kind of waiting that made even the shadows seem alive. When I passed the Luna’s chamber, the door was slightly ajar. Candlelight flickered inside soft, trembling.

“Forgive me, Sir, I am not familiar with this country. I do not know the terms.” “I understand.” Ares nods. “You will not be coming to Ajax’s premises tonight, as promised. After hearing how uncomfortable you are with Ajax, it is only customary of me to grant your wish of avoiding his offer. If someone from Ajax’s militia pays you a visit tonight, refuse him. Tell him that you dined with Ares Nyth and the offer was received.” She blinked several times. Ares pulls a small pouch from his sleeves and pushes it to the table. She glanced at the fabric and looked at him. “Take it.” He invited her.

They raced outside, wind cutting against their faces. At the pack’s eastern boundary, wolves lay scattered—alive but unconscious. And standing above them was a figure cloaked in midnight blue. She was tall, regal, with skin the color of moonstone and hair like silver rain. Seren gasped. “That’s not possible…” Lyra narrowed her eyes. “Who is she?” Seren’s face went pale. “Her name is Astra. The High Seer of the Twilight Circle.” Killian frowned. “They’re extinct.”

I laid down on the bed, waiting for Melissa to show up and gradually, I drifted off into a nap. I was awakened by a shuffle of feet and a rustle of papers, I opened my eyes and saw Ares by his desk. He was arranging the scattered papers and books neatly at one corner, something he seldom did. “You sleep like a log of wood, a thief could have come in and taken you and you wouldn’t even realize it until you’re gone.” Ares said in a mocking voice without taking his eyes of what he was doing. I scoffed at him, “So, what did they say?”