The Beguiled Novels & Stories

The next day, I unexpectedly ran into Blake and Ivy at an auction house. I'd heard tonight's auction featured a rare amethyst healing crystal. I wanted to buy it to make into my mating ring. Blake was enthusiastically bidding on an expensive jewelry set for Ivy at the auction, and was also preparing to bid on the amethyst healing crystal for their unborn child. "Ten million dollars." He called out confidently, already waiting for the staff to bring the crystal to him. Hearing such a generous bid, everyone at the auction praised how well this Alpha treated his mate.

] [Well, we all know that she's selling her body for fast cash. [Look at her figure. She's not bad. I would like to have a go at her, too.] The overwhelming tide of abuse left my mind completely blank. The world spun before my eyes, and I could no longer stand. I slumped to the floor. 'Jason Chase, how cruel you are.'

I occasionally video-called friends, and the trip I'd been planning for ages finally started coming together. … A week later, I packed a small suitcase and went to meet up with my friends for a short trip. As I walked out of my building, I ran into Mrs. Thompson, who was on her way to pick up a package. When she noticed the suitcase in my hand, she froze for a beat before taking a few steps toward me. Her expression was hard to read as she asked, "Hilary, are you going somewhere?" "Yeah. I'm going on a trip with friends," I answered evenly.

Watching his dramatic, heartfelt confession, I almost laughed. I tilted my head, a ghost of a smile on my face, and slowly raised my right hand, beckoning him closer with a single finger. "Come here," I said softly. Edmund's eyes lit up. He saw a lifeline in the darkness. Thinking his apology had finally moved me, he rushed forward, his face a mask of hope and elation. I looked at that greedy, pathetic face, leaned in close, and whispered in his ear, my voice gentle, yet colder than steel.

It was a long trip but he knew that what he was going to experience was worth the expense and the hassle. Once there, he immediately had a session with a Raj guru. The place was like nothing he had visited before. He felt the deafening silence that echoed all over. On the edge of the sacred river Ganges, he only heard the dribbling of the water. The sound of the flowing current could hold anyone under its spell, so much so that he swore he would be able to find inner peace and solace.

It’s now starting to worry me. The party begins. Everyone are cheerfully clapping and dancing to the music brought by the island’s musicians. They’re not just musicians but they’re producing music with the help of magic. This is something I’m grateful about. Being born in Enchantria and having the chance to know amazing enchanters like them.

A squeal escapes my lips before I can strangle it. Flynn’s eyes widen. His finger presses to his mouth in a desperate plea for silence. The guards fall quiet. One mutters, “Did you hear that?” Steps crunch nearer. Flynn exhales through his teeth. “Run,” he whispers. “Find the hole.” I shake my head violently. “I don’t know where—” “The vines,” he hisses. “It hides behind the vines. Feel for the gap. Go.” I hesitate, fear locking my limbs. His face hardens. “Go!”

The diamonds sparkled under the lights, breathtakingly beautiful. Damien stood behind me, carefully adjusting my veil. His movements were gentle and precise. "You must be the most beautiful bride in the world," he whispered. He pressed a tender kiss to my temple. I looked at the peaceful life reflected in the mirror, my heart calm. Finally, the nightmare was ending. Tomorrow I would become Damien's wife. "I need to take an urgent call," Damien said apologetically. "I'll be back in five minutes." "It's okay, I'll wait for you."

METER SMILED at me the moment I entered his new car. I teasingly narrowed my eyes on him and that made him chuckle even with cold tantalizing eyes. "Silly," Meter reacted. When I finally buckled the seatbelt, he started the car engine. We could never be late. "The Passage of Spring collection by Paolo Sebastian," he uttered with a smirk which made me gazed upon him with scrutinizing eyes. "How'd you know?" I asked with a suspicious tone.

I say sighing, while leaning against the black SUV that is lined up in front of the packhouse. "Everything is going to work out. Maybe not in the order you would like. But it'll happen. Just trust in that weirdly smart gut of yours, and the Goddess and all will be fine. We will catch this kidnapping murderer, we will find our mates and live happily ever after. But it is HIGHLY doubtful it'll happen in that order." He chuckles slightly.