Swing Time นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Paid back—with interest. For the first time in forever, the future felt like ours. The storm was over, and the sun? Finally shining.

Zydan- Rolling to my side, I avoid Shaw’s attack, but it takes a moment for me to get onto my feet. My ears rang from the hit he delivered when I put myself between him and Lia. Once I was on my feet, I prepared myself for another attack. A sudden burst of energy erupted around me, and it took me a moment to understand that it was Lia’s wolf. Since I was between her and Shaw, I witnessed the moment Shaw was hit with a small lightning bolt. It zapped him but didn’t seem to do any harm.

Johnny rolled his eyes, making no attempts to stop the witch as she stormed out of the kitchen. It had been several hours since Ursula made her discovery and since then, everyone had been flying around the place trying to slow down a mass shift. However, Johnny couldn't help but think they were too late. Now the wolven spirits had been given a chance to awaken, they would do what they could to stay awake. It was simply a case of natural survival instincts. But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening.

I couldn't help but laugh and replied in Floran, "Sure. I'll let you join the petal patrol." Our colleague looked at both of us with embarrassment, while Timothy and I shared a knowing smile. - On our wedding day, I walked down the aisle in a white wedding gown. Timothy was holding my hand as we slowly stepped into the church. "Mr. Timothy Sunderland, do you vow to love, respect, and cherish Miss Cindy Murray, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Timothy smiled just like he had the very first time I met him. "I do."

"You've always been this way. Once you decide on something, you have to see it through. Don't work too hard. No matter what happens, you'll always be our daughter." - Sutburg. Ronan's family ran a guesthouse, and my new shop was right beside it. While we finished the last preparations, I kept polishing the display case that had traveled so far with us. Ronan held up his hand as though he was holding a microphone. "A quick interview with Nina, owner of Springtime. Your dessert shop's grand opening is tomorrow at nine. How do you feel?" I played along, pretended to straighten my collar, and answered sternly. "I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!"