روايات وقصص ضمن Susan Hill Simon Serrailler Book 11

But she didn't linger; she left swiftly, slamming the door shut behind her. The darkness returned, but the small candle on the tray provided some light. I had just grabbed the loaf of bread when the door opened again, this time with more secrecy. "Serena! Oh my Goddess, are you okay?" It was Lira, my fourteen-year-old stepsister. Unlike Rexton and Drina, we had a strong bond. Though her mother didn't allow her to spend much time with me, Lira always found ways to be around. "I heard what happened. I don't know how to ease your pain, but—" she stammered, reaching out to take the tray from me. Her action was unexpected. I thought she would be happy that at least I had food.

Human. But the afterimage burns in my memory. Liam appears in the doorway behind me. Our eyes meet in the mirror. His expression is careful. Controlled. But through the bond I feel his concern. And beneath that, wonder. "We need Dr. Sera," he says quietly. I nod. Cannot speak yet. Twenty minutes later I am back in the medical wing. Dr. Sera runs every test she has. Blood work. Retinal scans. Genetic sequencing. She moves with efficient precision but I can see the fascination in her eyes. And the fear.

Lila's P.O.V The darkness in the crypt was absolute, a suffocating blanket that pressed against my skin like the weight of all the Blackwood secrets buried here. My flashlight beam sliced through it, casting erratic shadows on the stone walls etched with names of ancestors long gone—generations who had fought their own battles against curses and betrayals. Serena's face emerged in the dim light, pale and drawn, her eyes wide with a fear that mirrored my own. The crash from above still echoed in my ears, the tumbling stones sealing the heavy door shut with a finality that made my heart race.

Silver braids caught the morning light, and her brilliant golden eyes held a warmth that Emmeline’s finely tuned survival instincts immediately recognized as utterly hollow. It was the exact mask Richard used to wear right before raising his fist. The serene, terrifying smile of a predator in absolute control. To the left stood Lysandra, whose violet eyes glittered with malice. On Elainna's right was Magdae, wearing a crimson dress that clung to her curves like fresh blood and beside her stood Ravenna. The fae’s dark hair writhed slowly like living shadows. "Good morning, dear." Elainna's smile dripped with honeyed poison. "We wanted to walk with you to your lessons. These corridors can be c

First I search up Valtor. At first all that comes up is I*******m names and some sliding phone case thing. I go to the second page, third page, fourth page, fifth page, finally on the eighteenth page, I see a headline that says "Valtor, the red masked killer." I click on that, and it's an empty page, or so I thought at first. I stared at the page forever, looking at every little detail of the completely blank white page. In the very corner of the bottom left side. There's a teeny tiny spot where it's not white; if you weren't zoomed all the way up and staring deeply at it, you wouldn't notice it, but I do. I move the mouse over and click onto the teeny tiny cream-colored dot, immediately the

“I want revenge. I want to make them all pay.” Lucan smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile. “Then prove it.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key. The metal was black and looked very old. He placed it next to the box. “Open this book, Serena,” he said. “Show me that you’re ready to see the truth about your enemies.” I stared at the book and the key. Something about them made my skin crawl. The box seemed to be moving slightly, like something inside was trying to get out. The symbols on the cover looked like they were glowing in the candlelight.

She tilted her head towards the trolley full of surgical instruments while keeping eye contact and said sweetly, "I suggest telling the truth. And I suggest telling it quickly. Oh, and better stay precise, your man probably doesn't have much time. Mr. Hill can be very impulsive." I was starting to breathe heavily. What kind of psychos did we end up with? Wait, did she say Simmons house? As in Julie Simmons? Did that mean we were still in the house we had tried to trespass into? My silence was taken as defiance. Lilian entered the room and Mrs. Hill's face lighted up instantly, "Finally, the shears are here. Give them to me. We might need to use them sooner than later," She told Lilian who re

Loria’s POV I watched Simon unpack our things, the muscles in his back flexing beneath his shirt as he moved about the room with quiet efficiency. His presence grounded me, even now—especially now. One hand rested protectively on my belly, rubbing absentmindedly as I flipped through my sacred book. Pages I’d read a dozen times before felt suddenly foreign. I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for. A clue? A warning? A connection? Anything. Zerina stirred beneath my skin, alert and watchful.

she trailed, chuckling. "You should have at least washed off Meredith's blood from your hands before you came to me." "That was an accident, Serra." My wolf immediately growled at her words. "Maybe. But in Soleil's eyes, you're still the murderer of her dear mother.” Serra puffed her cheeks as she acted lost in thoughts. “What do you want me to do?” I got pissed off. "Free me from this shithole and tell Beta Caspian to accept me as his mate. In exchange for that, I’ll bring your dirty little secret to my grave." Serra shrugged her shoulder.

After Serra finished her classes, she decided to go to the library to prepare for her exams. On her way, near the library corridor, she encountered Brielle and Jane who looked smug. "Serra Anderson, I heard you are a kept woman. Your sugar daddy's brother is waiting for you outside. He wants to meet you immediately" Brielle announced with a very satisfied look. Serra frowned deeply. She didn't like the way Brielle was speaking with her. She is not someone who would want to argue with anyone. So she decided to ignore them and side-stepped to pass through them. But Jane blocked her path again.