Novel & Cerita Thalia Grace Fanart

“Nice to see you here!” Thalia smiled back. “It’s not as scary tonight as it’s going to be.” Lydia sat down beside her. “Look, I know it’s going to be hard, I’m sure you’ll find your mate among the guests we have tonight.” Thalia smiled at her friend. With her brown hair and round, pale, beautiful face, she resembled her mother. She was beautiful, and there was no way she was going to end up without a mate tonight. Thalia pulled a drink from her side, and Lydia gasped. “When did you...?”

Yulia’s face, on the other hand, went pale, her perfectly painted lips parted, but no words came out, her heart thudded painfully in her chest. Thalia Frost—CEO of Jaycey? That meant she wasn’t just back; she was back stronger. Stronger than Yulia had ever been. Stronger than Franklin had ever expected. Every fragment of jealousy she’d tried to bury resurfaced. Thalia, however, didn’t look around. She didn’t seek Franklin’s reaction or Yulia’s expression. She simply smiled, softly but her smile was full of quiet fire, and stepped forward when the host gestured toward her.

Energy coursed through me, rejuvenating every fiber of my being. I turned to Thalia, my voice thick with gratitude. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” She nodded, but her face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I had to. I couldn’t keep living this lie.” She straightened, her voice wavering slightly. “Which is why I’m calling the mating ceremony off," she announced, her words clear despite the tears streaming down her face. She inhaled shakily before continuing, "And…I’ll be rejecting Kyven."

“I very much hope that this meeting is the beginning of a long union between our countries. May I introduce my daughters, the princesses Freanya and Alandra, with whom you have been corresponding.” “I am very pleased to meet you in person at last,” Thaelen bowed to each young woman. Their portraits had been truthful, as he would have expected, the artists having been sent from Concordia in order to make them. Identical twins, both women were blonde haired and blue eyed, slender, and pale skinned, and their bright smiles did not disguise that they were nervous about the meeting. “And my son, Harithen,” Mariphine continued, and Thaelen’s breath caught in his throat as a young man stepped forwa

3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0 "Always remember that the goal of this event is to prevent someone from dying, and whoever got the highest points... will be privileged to study in our school and get to open this mystery box sponsored by the Domina!" The speaker announced. I listened attentively while eating my ice cream that Eula gave. I was about to take another bite when a tennis ball passed my way, almost hitting my head. I gasped and look for Eula. "Eula? Eula?" I don't know but when I sense danger, Eula is always there. She's alw

The air crackles with the aftershock—blue fire still burns on the hearth, licking at stone and shadow. The villagers and pack cower where they’ve fallen, every face turned to the center of the hall. Rowan, dust rising from his knees, stares at Thalia, half-afraid to move. Thalia stands in a broken circle of scorched floorboards. Her hair clings wild and damp to her cheeks; her skin is ghost-pale except for two burning spots of color high on her cheeks. Her eyes, wide and glassy, glow like coals struck by moonlight.

"Every time I correct your posture, you will count. If you lose track, we start again." "One... ah! Two! Three, Beatrice, Please!" Thalia wailed, her face pressed against the cold mahogany. Beatrice set the ruler aside and reached for a small, leather-bound crop she kept hidden in the desk drawer. She didn't hold back. The leather whistled through the air, biting into Thalia's skin with a precision that left thin, vibrant lines of fire. Thalia was sobbing now, her body bucking against the desk, her fingers clawing at the wood as she was consumed by the intensity of the pain and the terrifying, electric arousal blooming in her pussy.

Nora got up and went to the bathroom for a towel. “He just kept going!” Lilith set a folder down. “What’s that?” Amelia asked as she shoved a piece of cake in her mouth. Lilith looked absolutely thrilled that someone asked her about that, like she planned that. “I’m glad you asked…” She opened the folder and lay out pictures with names under them. “These are all the single alphas coming or already here. I wanted to show you girls before so you could see them before in case you find your mates. I also added their betas.”

SELENE POV The night comes, and I finally gave up as I look forward to too sleepy to continue sitting on the sofa while I was going to sleep everywhere. Had just left with him to give me zero explanations! In reflection, what gave me the right to think I have shown an explanation yet? Thalia was a member of his East Coast, and not only one, was the sister of his Lord version, have a Lord home when melanie without a family.

None of it. Four years ago, when Thalia still smiled. Before the whispers. Before the curse. Before death stained her name. She used to dance barefoot in the training fields after hours, sunlight in her auburn hair, mischief in her faded green eyes. I used to pretend to train longer just to watch her from afar. Thalia. The Alpha’s first daughter. Royalty. Fierce. Brave. Wild. She wasn't born an Omega. She was made one after the death of her mother. Thalia was everything I wasn’t allowed to want, but I did anyway. I loved her.