Speaks The Nightbird

They say the perfect crime leaves no witnesses. But what happens when the victim refuses to stay dead? On the happiest day of her life, she was betrayed by the only person she trusted. He took her fortune. He erased her name. He watched her burn and toasted to her memory. He thinks he is safe. He thinks the past is buried six feet under. But what if the grave was empty? Three years later, a mysterious woman walks into his life. She is everything he desires: powerful, beautiful, and dangerous. She knows his secrets before he speaks them. She knows his weaknesses before he shows them. He is drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unaware that she is the very fire he tried to extinguish. He thinks he’s found a new partner. He has no idea he is shaking hands with his own executioner. She is standing right in front of him, wearing a stranger’s face but holding a dead woman’s grudge. How long can a murderer look into the eyes of his victim without realizing who she is? And when the mask finally slips... will he have time to scream?

Xavier Starkborns, the most dangerous and the most powerful creature all over the globe. He can do anything, he can have anything. He doesn't show mercy to anyone, he is rude and arrogant and unimaginably hot. But what happens when an ordinary human girl, who doesn't like to be controlled, crosses his path? Tiny excerpt:-"You think I'm a monster, you're right actually." He speaks as he immediately leaves one arm of mine and his hand travels straight to my face, to keep it from moving.Panic is on its way to crash on me as I'm trying my best to distance myself from him, but he is not moving even slightest.I reflexively tried to push him away by the trembling arm of mine but he, in a split second, pushed his body to mine, killing every distance we had. My breathing starts to become heavier as I struggle even harder to get out of his grip."I should really show you what monsters do." He says while he starts to kiss on my neck and harshly sucking at a particular area.Well, did I mention that Xavier Starkborns is the Vampire King?And is that human girl really ordinary?

Sofia Vez lives a life filled with insults, mockery and constant pressure from her parents to keep her wolf hidden.They claim she is the weakest wolf known to their kind.One that would be thrown away or worse, killed if the truth is out.Sofia does everything in her power to obey her parents but the night of Blood moon takes a shift in her small happy world.Her boyfriend Anthony, who claimed to be her mate turns out to be in someone else's fate. Heartbroken and disappointed, driven by pain, Sofia decides to end her life but that very night she bumps into a stranger. He is no stranger but Alpha blood from the Dark Shadow Pack.Carlos DeLuca, smart, strikingly handsome, ripped with muscles.Thrives on power and with a hint of darkness, he is feared by most yet a sight to behold. A small misunderstanding and Sofia finds herself entangled with Carlos in his study room. “I don't do young women” He claims yet his actions speaks the otherwise.He is unable to keep his hands off Sofia, the girl that tortures him in his sleep and thoughts. As their attraction overpowers all the morals, truth unveils itself, doing lot worse damage they could take. Everything is at stake, and they must find a solution. Dig in the chapters to know what happens to Sofia and Carlos. Are they mates? Will they fall in love or ruin each other in the process?

His dark eyes roved her body from head to toe as he sized her up. The intent in them speaks volumes of her ruination. "Strip!" She stiffened and blinked in a haze of raw fear as he prowled towards her. Involuntarily she took a step back then another and another all the while keeping her fear-filled eyes fixed on him before her back touched the wall. She flinched and the very next second he was looming over her like a crazed beast. He rested his arm on the wall above her head and leaned down peering at her big hazel hues with that evil smirk dancing on his sinful lips. "Are you afraid, human?" His deep raspy voice and his aura were ominously dark and dominant that her knees buckled. Her chin jutted out in a fearful tact as she tried not to cry in front of her tormentor. His smoldering eyes fell on his favorite items, her trembling plump lips, and quivering chin. "Strip for me Ava or else," He edged closer as his hot raspy breath caressed the shell of her ear like the whisper of death as he continued. "I will not hesitate to tear your clothes!" He growled, animalistically.

My name is Freya, I'm 16 but will be turning 17 in a few weeks, I'm a Junior at Belleview High, I'm part of the art club along with the photography club, I have straight A's which has always made my dad proud of me. I am finally out of that awkward teenage stage where my head was to big for my body, plus I'm no longer built like a little boy. Andrew is 17, 6 foot at least, with dark chocolate brown hair, the most piercing blue eyes i have ever seen in my life, with a strong jaw and the most perfect tan pink lush lips that I would love to crash my own against, he's built like a God and just his eyes can send a shiver down my spine. Everything about him makes my insides tense. He pushes me against a wall, pinning me to it while holding my hands above my head, his deep voice vibrating through my chest as he speaks with our closeness. Does he want me the way I want him? Can we hide what happens between us from our parent? I will risk it all for him. Will he do the same for me?

The day before Henry Baker and I are supposed to marry, my mother sedates me. She makes my twin sister marry Henry instead. A few years later, the company Henry established turns into a thriving empire. My sister, Diana Halliwell, flourishes with him. While I was at the lowest point in my life, my childhood friend, Jorge Ward, proposed. It's only after marriage that I realize he's worthless. Diana and Henry attend various parties. They enjoy delicious food and wear expensive clothes. Meanwhile, I end up exhausted after having to cook and clean for my family. One night, Mom speaks softly to Jorge when she thinks I've fallen asleep. "I was worried she would find out the truth about what happened back then, but it seems she's too dumb to notice anything." Jorge laughs. "You're a genius, Erica. You laced Laura's water with sleeping pills so Diana could marry Henry on her behalf. I'm glad to see how happy Diana is now." Mom sighs. "I just feel bad for you. You've always liked Diana, yet you're forced to live with a wash-out like Laura…"

She came looking for a fresh start. She found something far more complicated. Beatrice has spent years keeping herself afloat — working jobs that drain her, paying bills that never shrink, going home each night to a silence that grows heavier by the day. When a housekeeper position at one of the city's most lavish estates falls into her hands, it feels like the universe finally offering her something gentle. Something quiet. She didn't expect them. Silas is everything danger looks like when it's dressed in elegance. Refined, wickedly intelligent, and devastatingly charming — he speaks in carefully chosen words and looks at her like she's already a secret he intends to keep. Atticus is something else entirely. Raw. Unpredictable. The kind of man whose presence fills a room before he even enters it. He looks at Beatrice like she belongs to him — like he decided that long before she had any say in the matter. And God help anyone who disagrees. Beatrice keeps her head down and her walls up. But walls mean nothing in a house like this, with men like these. Their world is intoxicating. Their attention is impossible to escape. The brothers take what they want. The brothers keep what they claim. And they have claimed her.

" EVEN IF YOU ARE MARRIED TO ANOTHER MAN. EVEN IF YOU GAVE BIRTH TO ANOTHER MAN'S CHILD. I DON'T CARE. EVEN ANYTHING COMES IN BETWEEN OUR LIFE AND DISTURBS US. I DON'T CARE. I WILL JUST DESTROY IT WHOEVER MAY BE IT. THOSE WHO DESTROY OUR HAPPINESS WILL MEET THE HELL. YOU ARE MEANT TO BE MINE, BABY GIRL. AND I MEANT TO BE YOURS." he roars as he looks at his baby girl whose hands were handcuffed. " L-leave me. I j-just don't know who are you." the woman sobs. "DON'T KNOW WHO AM I. YOU FORGOT OUR TWO YEARS OF LOVE. YOU MADE ME SEARCH FOR YOU FOR FOUR YEARS LIKE A PSYCHO. YOU STILL DON'T KNOW WHO AM I " he roars as he pushes everything to the ground. He stops and looks at his baby girl who got scared by his action. He relaxes and bends down and caresses her. " HEREAFTER WE CAN LIVE OUR LIFE TOGETHER. I KILLED EVERYONE WHO PLANNED TO DESTROY OUR HAPPINESS. IT'S JUST YOU AND ME" He speaks as softly as he can. But she avoids him and his touch. Before he loses his temper. He heads out of the room.

Nueva Winter is a regular teenage girl. After getting asked out on a date by the hottest guy in her school, she believes life is about to get as good as it gets. But the date turns disastrous when Nueva gets attacked and bitten by an enormous dog-like animal. If that wasn't bad enough, her date leaves her abruptly without explanation directly after the attack. This event throws Nueva into an unknown world of werewolves, Banshees, and strange magic when an old legend speaks of the powerful Ice wolf, a white beast dormant inside Nueva's human body. Alpha Gray of the White Creek pack is so confident that she is the key to breaking the Alpha's curse that's robbed him of a mate-bond that he kidnaps her and brings her to his pack. There she has to learn how to defend herself and unlock the potentials hidden within. All while trying to survive the growing number of Rogues attacking and attempting to take over the White Creek pack by eliminating anything standing in their way. But can the human girl with the Ice Wolf break the curse and restore the power and strength to this weakening pack? And, when the time comes, will Alpha Gray be willing to let her go after he develops strong feelings for her despite the missing mate-bond, knowing he will send her to certain death.

When Alexander Smith stands in front of me and says he's going to marry someone else, that's when I realize he's been reborn too. I remember our 20 years of love in our past life. A plane crash. And then, rebirth. "This is to save Sophia," he says. "In our past life, she was sold to a Vostmark oligarch after her father's political scandal. Not long after, she took her own life due to abuse. I can't let that tragedy happen again, so I need to get engaged to her." As he speaks, he hands me an orange prescription bottle. "If you take this, you'll forget me for a little while. You won't feel the pain. It's just seven days. Once her father's scandal blows over, you'll stop the medication and your memory will return. Then I'll end the engagement and officially propose to you." I stare at the bottle, knowing it's a lie. Not the part about Sophia's suicide. The lie is about the drug. He thinks it only causes temporary memory loss. But I know better. The suppressant causes permanent damage to emotional memory. The seven-day countdown isn't the time it takes for my memories to return. It's the time it takes for my love for him to die.