Surge X Amy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her breath hitched, her heart pounding at the small but undeniable sign that somewhere, deep inside, Salvador was still fighting to hold on. Celeste’s chest tightened the moment she saw the sudden movement of his fingers. At first, hope flickered inside her, a desperate wish that maybe—just maybe—he was waking up, that he was finally returning to her. A small, eager smile formed on her lips, her breath hitching in anticipation. But that hope was short-lived. Her joy was quickly overshadowed by the unsettling sight before her. Salvador’s breathing had changed—what was once steady and controlled now turned ragged and erratic, as if he were gasping for air, chasing something unseen. The rhythmi

“Roy, I can explain! Nothing’s going on between us!” Dr. Madigan slapped her hand away. “What’s this? Haven’t you hurt him enough? Do you want to finish the job and kill him?” I sneered and began writing again. [Nothing’s going on between you two? Tell me then, when I was dying from dehydration, why did you give every life-saving supply to Ben, who wasn’t even in danger at all?] Amy’s face twisted in regret. However, she kept muttering that she thought I was strong enough and that I could not possibly have been dehydrated so badly.

"Look at you. You're literally glowing, what the hell is going on with your skin." "What happened to you?" I said flatly, gasping at the bruises on her face. "Amy happened to me." She settled back against the pillow with the energy of someone who had earned the right to be dramatic about it. "I went to beat the bitch up for what she did to you. There was an explosion — something to do with the cute man over here—" she gestured toward Rixon standing by the wall "—and the next thing I know Amy is coming at me screaming with a flower pot, saying I should die, and he pulled me out of the way." She paused for effect. "He saved me."

A surge. Amber inhaled sharply, her hand pressing instinctively against her stomach as the energy moved through her—not painfully, not violently, but with undeniable force. Raymond stepped forward instantly, his hand reaching for her arm. “Amber.” “I’m okay,” she said quickly, though her breath was uneven. Another pulse followed. Sharper. Clearer. And this time— It didn’t stay contained. The air around them shifted. Asubtle ripple, almost invisible, but strong enough to be felt. The curtains near the terrace lifted slightly though there was no wind. The faint hum of the estate—voices, footsteps, distant movement— Faltered. Just for a second.

“Release me. Let me fight.” I smiled, cold and beautiful. “No. You will stay exactly where you are — helpless, aching, and completely at my mercy. I will protect our son the way I always have. Alone.” I leaned down and brushed my lips against his forehead, the gentlest touch I had allowed myself in three years. “Sleep, if you can. The weight of memory is only getting heavier.” As I walked out, the monitors showed his heart rate spiking again. The Queen Surgeon of Ruin had never felt more powerful.

Was the man I thought I knew all this time a fluke? "He isn't aware, I was warned not to tell him, and I obliged, so I don't cause rifts between them." Jenna adjusted her coat to cover herself properly. "I really need this Betty. They don't want surrogacy so I need you to carry the child while I pretend to be pregnant. I don't want to lose Darius, please." Jenna burst into tears, and my heart tightened even more. I had never seen big sis this vulnerable. She never cries, which means this was really life-threatening for her.

He shattered the bonds with a word in a language that hurt to hear. But the distraction served its purpose. Amy moved. Her new speed was shocking. One second she was by Bryan's side, the next she was behind the Overlord, her light-blade aimed at his back. He moved faster, catching her wrist, but her shadow-blade was already coming from the other side. He had to release her to block it. "Hybrid," he breathed, genuine interest in his eyes. "A new thing. I should like to study you." "Back off," Bryan said, fire wreathing his entire body now. He stood between Amy and the Overlord, flames so hot the air distorted around him.

Serene paused but did not turn around. "I know you will be staying with my husband throughout the period of the contract but, I am warning you now, you are not allowed to covet him" Amy uttered. Serene said nothing, she simply left the room directly. "Amy…" Jane called out after Serene had left. She was not just Amy's assistant but also her closest ally, she knew about Amy's decision to find a surrogate mother but she had no idea that Amy would let another woman live with her husband just because she wanted to pursue her career. Personally, Jane was not pleased with the idea.

Fire surges through my veins and my wolf attacks the poison, making strength flood back into my muscles faster than should be possible. My wolf goes completely berserk, howling with rage inside my chest as it tries to shift. But I know if I let him take control, he's going to commit murder. All I need is his strength and soon I can move my arms. With the surge of strength, I lean forward and grab Amy by the throat with one hand, slamming her violently against the wall. A gasp rips out of her as she chokes while I pin her there, with my crushing grip.

Seeing her not talking, Max worried, "Amy?" "Fourth Brother, Max Brother." Amy's voice is weak. She recognized them, and they both looked relaxed. Although the knife edge was very painful, Amy still unconsciously raised the corner of her lips. God really cared for her so much that he... saved his life again. Max said, "Call the doctor." Benjaming responded and rang the bell. Amy is really lucky. Edwin's knife was aimed at her heart. But because someone broke into the door at that time, when Edwin turned his head, Amy, who was bound, struggled and slipped a few minutes, so when the knife penetrated, it avoided the heart and pierced the left shoulder a little higher.