Romans & histoires Start A War Elle Thorpe

Toward her. The storm howled. And Mara knew the real war hadn’t even started yet.

"I bought this with my allowance. You won't dislike it, right, Nev?" Batting her eyelashes, she abruptly swung the rattle toward my face. In the blink of an eye, a sharp spike on its edge went straight for my eye. I lifted my eyelids disdainfully. [Seriously, this stunt again? Out of the eight worlds I fought my way through, five fake heiresses pulled this same stunt. Is your manual for stirring up trouble wholesale from the same supplier?] Even though this body was sluggish, my combat instincts were still intact. I swung my chubby little arm and smacked the rattle aside. The sharp spike grazed right past my cheek.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

There were no words. No explanations. Only determination burned between them all. The true war was just about to begin. And under a sky that was beginning to split by flashes of lightning, Andhara whispered low, barely audible, "This is just the beginning..."

she cried, her eyes wide with terror. Aurora and Annie rushed to her side, concern etched on their faces. "What's wrong, Elara?" Aurora asked, grasping the maid's trembling shoulders. Elara's words tumbled out in a panicked rush. "War, my lady! War has broken out. They've attacked our borders and taken many of our warriors hostage and a good number killed! As the maid's words hung in the air, a loud, piercing howl echoed through the night, sending shivers down their spines.

Before he could process it, the announcer’s voice echoed across the hall: “Up next, we welcome our final group, Our host of this year’s competition. The one and only Hero community Music Centre!” The crowd applauded. “We need to hurry and get backstage now!” Mr. Kola urged, waving them along. “Remember, Tyler, you start with the instrumentals: “la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Then she comes in: I wasn't jealous before we met. Got it? They both nodded. “Now go kill it!” Mr. Kola said, giving them a little push toward the stage. Tyler walked slowly to the center, with his white shirt shining under the lights.

Rex had finally chosen, but the price of that choice was already being written in blood. Thane’s eyes glowed. “Then you’ve just declared war.” And with that, Redcliff’s warriors raised their weapons. Blackthorn answered in kind. The first strike was seconds away. And Isabella stood at the center of a war that had been waiting for her all along.

It had only been two nights, but already the place felt less like a hideout and more like a slow, sprawling trap. His phone had two bars, barely. Still, when it rang, he answered before the second buzz. Harlow. “Took you long enough.” Her voice cut sharp. “Took you long enough to almost ruin your life.” “I thought we were past that.” “We’re not past anything, Riven. Your dick is still trending.” He leaned back against the wooden post, lips tugging into a smirk. “So it’s true what they say. Bad press is still press.” “This isn’t press. It’s war.”

“He’s not the one they serve.” Keith’s jaw clenches. Clinton stiffens. Jace curses under his breath. “It’s Lady Elira,” I continue. “And she’s preparing for a war. One that started long before Nightshade was ever founded.” The silence that follows is thick and dangerous. And I know… This is only the beginning.