Susan Hill Simon Serrailler Book 11 Novels & Stories

He pulled off his suit and rolled up his shirt sleeves as he passed, thinking of the different possibilities behind what had happened. “I know how that sounds, but for this kind of new algorithm, I’m sure Vectra should be able to get around it,” Hillary stated. Simon shot an icy glance at the phone, his eyes blazing with fire as he flipped a hand through his hair in frustration. “Hillary, I’ll give you a call back,” William stated, ending the call at the look on Simon’s face. “F*ck!” Simon cursed under his breath as he moved to the glass wall, staring out at the city.

Lorde's ears perked up which Eliza noticed, so Arianna was still open for suitors? Willow chuckled dryly, "Maybe in the north where you come from, but not here" Damian snapped his fingers, "Simon" he called and a man emerged from the corner of the room with a book that had the Lavanian crest on it. "Read the part that justifies my words"

Whatever game Cida was playing, I was now fully entangled in it. And I knew, deep down, that the real battle was only just beginning. Derek's POV As I grasped the book, a shiver went down my spine. It was as if the leather cover pulsed with an energy from another world. I opened it, and the crackling of the pages resounded in whispers of ancient speech. Words danced in front of my eyes, exposing cryptic messages: "The sleep of the Kyrexi is bound to the rhythm of the heart." "Simon's awakening depends on the power of the book."

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 stopped pacing and stood before the large window that overlooked the darkened grounds of the estate. She had started this. She had tasted a forbidden fruit and asked for more. She had woken the beast, and now she would have to deal with the consequences. “You just wait, Serena,” I murmured to the glass, my breath fogging a small circle on the cold pane. “You asked for this. You wanted to know what it was like to taste a man like me.” A slow, cruel smile stretched my lips. “Wait and see how I will make you regret it. Wait and see how I make you mine.” The real game is just beginning.

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.

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…”