Susan Hill Simon Serrailler Book 11 Novels & Stories

I pressed my forehead to hers, my breath mingling with hers as the room seemed to close in around us. "Forever," I repeated, as if the word itself could bind us tighter than any chains. And I knew—I knew—she would never escape me. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

I didn’t understand what it was until now. I thought it was just a change in the environment. I had lived in the jungle all my life. Maybe I was just reacting to the change. As I tried to steady myself, I heard footsteps behind me. A sharp, familiar voice followed. “Valera?” Celia’s voice was sharp and cold. I turned to face her. The look on her face wasn’t a casual one. It was a despicable look. She folded her arms. Her eyes scanned my body from head to toe.

One heart was giving too much, and imbalance was always dangerous. So Hugo stirred the pot. “Ah, so it’s Ava.” Serena, unbothered, didn’t flinch. But when her eyes fell on Layla, something like pity flickered across her face—pity mixed with disdain. Simon was still clinging to life in a hospital bed, yet here was Layla, shamelessly stepping into Manhattan Villa as though nothing had happened. Serena’s stomach turned with disgust. Layla, determined to claim her place, set the gift neatly on the cabinet by the entryway, her movements theatrical, like a woman laying claim to her home.

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.

Lucian whispered, trailing his finger over her face. Finally, Lucian left the room. The book sat on the desk, its dark cover gleaming ominously. He could feel its pull, the promise of power and throne. But one thing rang in his mind, he had to find her, and for the first time, Lucian felt a glimmer of light. But the battle was far from over. The shadows within him stirred, restless and insistent, opposing him from making a stupid step again.

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.