Susan Hill Simon Serrailler Book 11 Novels & Stories

I, Samantha Grey, am a seer. I touched the table the edge of the table. I can feel the familiar marking and the scratches at the side that I intentionally mark to ensure that I am seated at my desk. Gently, I put down the books that I was carrying and reached out for my chair. My hand touches nothing. I could hear the laughter and giggle of my classmate. I'm used to their jokes and tricks. This is the life I chose---constant darkness.

Gabriella finally realises who her enemies are and is determined to make sure that both her mother and her sister pay for everything they've put her through and if that means one twin had to disappear for good, then so be it. Secrets are exposed, lies are uncovered and revenge is in motion. Find out how Ella and Elle battle for the position of the superior twin in the second part of the series, OBSESSED. PROLOGUE GABRIELLA. Four months later... "Are you really ready for this Ella?" Martin asks again for the umpteenth time and I could not help the displeased groan that escaped my lips.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

“You never told me that, baby girl?” Christian’s voice floats my way as Jenny nudges me gently and nods across the aisle. I had finally gotten into my book after all and blanked them all out as I was pulled into a magical world of Vampires and Werewolves fighting over human girls. I look up nonplussed, catching Arrick glancing my way with that infuriating unreadable expression and yet a softness to his face that I haven’t seen in a long time. He almost looks a little bit happy and it just makes me feel shittier.

“I said to myself.” Simon…. I heard her moaning my name like a prayer. “Simon… I want you to give me the best fucking of my life… I heard her say that.” I felt my breath hitch instantly, I shouldn't have looked, shouldn't have moved, but all of a sudden I felt my body betray me, drawn helplessly towards her room. When I reached the bedroom door, the room was dim, lit by the soft glow of her night lamp. And there she was, lying naked on her bed, legs wide, her hand clutching the sheet like she was holding on to her life. While the other was on her thigh working with a dildo in and out of her wet pussy, slow and deep.

Because somewhere along the way, the slave girl was becoming something more. Something I wasn’t willing to lose. I sat by her side for hours, but she wasn’t waking up. And it looked like… she wasn’t going to wake up. Which terrified me even more. “Get me the healer,” I ordered again. The second call brought a different healer older, more experienced. His eyes swept over Saraphina as he approached the bed, and he frowned deeply, already sensing what I feared. “She should be awake by now,” I muttered. “She’s breathing. Her heart’s beating. Why isn’t she waking up?”

Its presence shimmered—alive, forbidden. Serra sighed, turning to leave. But then.. “Serraaa…” The whisper slithered through the air. A cold wind brushed her back, tugging at her hair, urging her to turn around. Her breath hitched as the voice called again, soft, haunting, irresistible. Drawn in, she stepped closer to the desk. Her trembling fingers brushed the book’s edge, trying once more to lift the cover. It didn’t budge. A low groan escaped her lips—frustration and curiosity rising in her chest.

"He won't touch them." "He won't have to. You'll give yourself to save them. It's what heroes do. What your father did. The Collector has seen this play out a dozen times over the centuries with potential Silver Wolves who didn't quite manifest. You're just the first to fully awaken in three hundred years." The kitchen servant suddenly started crying. "I don't want to die. Please, I don't want to die like she almost did. I was marked last month. They said if I didn't spy, they'd kill my sister. She's only eight. Please—"

Finally, his days of straining his eyes to read through books with the tiniest writings were over. “Myra West,” she continued. The tiniest with the biggest brain, was placed in Strategic Planning. She squeaked in joy as she went with her supervisor for a briefing. “Juan Bellamy. PR Research,” she said. That was what he wanted, and he got it. Each of them received a sleek welcome kit, a security badge, and an elevator key card. Real departments. Real pay. Real futures. Then Harper glanced down at the last name on her clipboard. “Seraph Hampton…”

she said silkily, "I think Tilly's about to be a very naughty girl for you. I think she's about to show you just what a slut she is." The word slut made Simon feel like he was on fire with arousal, and just as Lisa said it, Tilly pulled his jeans and his pants right off. "Oooh, yes please," said Lisa appreciatively at the sight of his cock, which was rock-hard and throbbing with desire. Tilly said nothing, but fixed Simon with an intense gaze, and slowly, sensuously licked her lips again. The sight of this gorgeous, topless babe kneeling between his legs, gazing into his eyes, and slowly lowering her face down towards his cock, was the hottest thing Simon had ever seen.