روايات وقصص ضمن Susan Hill Simon Serrailler Book 11

Short chapter I know 😩😩 Just had to put this up Finally we're done with sin My longest book so far The Walker series has come to an end You can read them as a stand alone In the following order for better entertainment Faded (Walker series book 1) Tony's Book Running (Walker series book 2) Alex's Book Fallen Angel (Walker series book 3) Rhys's Book Possession (Walker series book 4) Ethan's Book Sin (Walker series book 5) Tristan's Book Thank you all for reading and voting my books I love y'all 🤩🤩

There were so many books there, and it would probably take a lot of time. "Hey... here it is..." Serenity instantly muttered as she read a book title. "It's a book about The Moon Stone Pack. I hope, there's information I need inside this book right now." Serenity immediately picked up the book, then walked over to the sofa inside the library, carrying the book now. Serenity sat on the sofa, then began to open the book, and read the contents there.

Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive. “What is this?” Leila asked, keeping her voice steady. Christina gave her a look that said she was either testing her or trying to decide how much to say. “This,” she said at last, “is why you’ve been dodging mustard jackets and cleaning up after dead archaeologists.” Leila’s heart skipped a beat. She sat down, sliding the book toward her. It was heavier than it looked, its weight a promise of bad news. “Oh my! Explain,” she said, flipping it open.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

I sighed deeply, feeling the sting of her dismissal, and headed back to my room, my earlier resolve faltering. As soon as I opened the door, I was met with an unexpected sight: Simon, standing in the middle of the room, his expression dark and stormy. My eyes were immediately drawn to the item in his hand—the book I had hidden so carefully. Panic surged through me, my mind racing to come up with an explanation.

I will show the world that I’m the real monster of the family. I will turn the black cross, the family symbol into red because blood will flow in the streets of Queens as long as my woman is locked away. End of book 1. The next book in the series will be Michael’s and Lola’s story. The doctor’s convict.

“Allow me to introduce ourselves to your new friend as you have neglected to do so.” “You didn’t give us a chance,” Janine murmured. Serra waved the distinction aside. “Astrid, is it? My name is Serra Vine, I saw you at breakfast with Sigwulf and Kemp. My friends are Annabelle, who you also saw. The tall girl with the chocolate hair is Sharlett, and Mary, has the raven hair.” Janine opened her mouth to reply. “Hush Janine, we don’t want you to sprain your intellect, such as it is, by trying to think of a suitable answer. Not to mention that it may take all morning anyway,” Serra added, her dark green eyes more cutting than the remark.

Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten under the dimmed amber lights of the chandelier. “Oh yea,” Bellamy raised an eyebrow as he noticed where Thea’s eyes were lingering. “What’s it about?” “It’s a reverse harem novel,” Thea smirked at him. Bellamy shot her a crooked grin. “I see how it is, are you wanting to add more players to the bench?” Thea’s breathe caught in her throat as a faint blush crept across her face. Shifting onto her hands and knees, she crawled across the bed, in an almost feline manner, until she reached where Bellamy stood watching her.

“At least he did—” “Ask Cain what happened to the last girl he tried to protect.” “What?” Simon smiled. “Go ahead. Ask him about Susan. Ask him what happened to the girl he swore he would save.” My stomach dropped and it's suddenly too hard to breathe. “You’re lying,” I whispered. “Am I?” Simon stepped closer. “You think Cain is your dark knight?” My lips parted to answer, but before I can firm the words, he's already talking again. “He buries bodies just as easily as I bury secrets. The only difference is he enjoys it more.”

He had no idea how to hold it once everyone in it knew what he knew. Sera closed the book, and did not burn it, and for the first time in six days something moved in her chest that was not grief or fear. It was cold, and it was ugly, and it was not the kind hand she had promised the court. But it was not Caius's knife either. It was a third thing, the thing that lived between the drawer and the throat, and she turned it over in her mind the way Halvorn turned a count that had finally, terribly, balanced.