Susan Hill Simon Serrailler Book 11 Novels & Stories

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

Sarah That’s it. I was dead. In a matter of minutes, I think I’d experienced every emotion possible. I’d gone from lonely, to horny, to happy, to hurt, to euphoric and now…dread. I’d done it again. This time I couldn’t say I was seduced. I’d asked for it, begged for it. And Oliver delivered. Oh God, did he deliver. He gave my body exactly what it was craving and more. He made me feel safe and cherished, like a precious doll.

Paling and repelling water profusely, instant panic and sweat hitting full force, the guilt is practically dripping off him in neon flashing waves. ‘’Where are the books?’’ Alexi’s tone is harsh, not so much of a snap but not amused as he slams the drawer and pulls the next one out. I am assuming this is him moving into pissed mode, and Luciano knows it. Carrero is on a mission to find them whether Lucie helps or not.

“This all began when you started digging into the past!” Another immediately stood. “No.” “It began because someone buried the truth in the first place.” The room erupted again. Riven leaned toward Elara and murmured, “If this continues, we’ll still be here arguing next winter.” She almost smiled. “I admire your optimism.” “You think it’ll take longer?” “I think Sera will throw a book at someone before lunch.” As if on cue— “I SWEAR IF ONE MORE PERSON INTERRUPTS ME—” Every head turned. Sera stood in the middle of the chamber, clutching three enormous books against her chest.

And if this was false then someone wanted her to believe it, to act on it, to fall into their trap. A floorboard creaked. Cassian stepped from the shadows near her window, his cloak dusted with night air. His expression was grim, eyes locking immediately on the book in her hands. “You shouldn’t have that,” he said flatly. Serina’s grip tightened protectively. “It came to me.” “And if Damien finds it with you?” Cassian moved closer, his tone sharp. “He won’t see an innocent bride. He’ll see a conspirator. A traitor.”

Mimi's heartbeat thudded in her ears as she moved through the abandoned casino's dimly lit corridors. She took short, controlled breaths, just enough to get by. Her eyes moved quickly, looking about at the strange quiet. She had to be careful. This wasn't just any place; it was where Damon stored his secrets, and those secrets all had the same name: Simeon. As she walked past broken slot machines and rusted-out tables, the stagnant air combined with the pungent smell of mould. With every step, she got closer to what she feared most: losing her kid.

Her arms were folded across her chest, skin laced with recursive code, eyes solid black the kind of Syra she might’ve been if she’d said yes to Kirin. Syra stared at it. Her lips curled. “Cute.” She turned her back on the reflection. But it spoke anyway: “You left the question behind.” “But the answer came with you.” The mirrored world began to ripple, like water trying to stay frozen. The air thickened not heat, not cold. Just pressure. The kind that made bones ache and skin remember wounds that had already scarred over. Sera stepped closer to Syra, reaching for her hand. “Is this another simulation?” she whispered.

Simon cursed under his breath. "He didn’t want to believe it. Even when the signs were there. You thought you were just wolfless. You thought your heat was wrong. But it wasn’t. It was repressed. It was masked by years of suppression. And once it activated—" "Stop." Simon did. The silence between us was heavy. "How do you know?" I asked. "How can you be sure?" "Because I sequenced the blood myself. And because she left records. Serena. Not many, but enough. A journal. A few messages hidden in her clinical notes. She never named you, but she mentioned a child. A girl hidden away."

“Kiran killed Hans of PowerHub Investment Group. They must want to kill him. “The connections behind the Simmons family are most likely from PowerHub. It would make sense if they were the ones stealing the books from Skylar Library. “They want to kill Kiran to prevent him from going to Dragonsmount. I’m certain of it.” Simon’s guesses were detailed and accurate. He had it all figured out. His subordinates looked at him, waiting for him to continue. Simon calmed down. “From now on, you will stay hidden and monitor Lilian to see if she betrays us.” “Yes, sir!” Simon shooed them out. He walked to the window and said, “Kiran, I’m afraid that you’ll be dead before I even have the chance to make a

He tried every key on the ring that we got from the guard and finally found one that worked. The smell inside this corridor was even worse, but I still was able to follow my nose to the last cell. When I walked up to the bars I froze. There chained up to the wall was the woman who smelled like sweet ripe strawberries. "Liam keys NOW." He ran over and unlocked the cell. I burst through the door and over to her. She looked up at me in fear, but then she smiled, "Mate." "Liam, hurry help me." "Malik, these chains are silver." I knew then that she was either a wolf shifter or a Lycan.