The Body Beneath Mga Nobela at Kwento

"They'll be working directly under my command." The three men stepped forward simultaneously. "Miss Adriana," Enzo said, "I'd like you to meet the Trio. Your father personally assigned them to protect you." "'Trio?' That's the best name you could come up with? Sounds ridiculous." She folded her arms. "So Dad really assigned me four bodyguards?" "Three bodyguards," Enzo corrected calmly. "And one Head of Security." Adriana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Enzo opened the passenger door of the Bugatti and looked at her. "Are you ready to see your father?"

Jordan's POV I moved through the corridors like a ghost in my own skin. The note from Caterina burned in my pocket as I descended the narrow stairs behind the old sacristy. Two in the morning. The monastery slept, but it never truly rested — the stones themselves seemed to breathe, shifting with faint creaks that followed me down. With a single lantern swinging from my hand, throwing long shadows that danced across the tunnel walls. The air grew colder the deeper I went. These passages ran beneath the entire complex, older than the buildings above. Some said they connected to crypts no one had entered in centuries.

The heavy, expensive silence of the VIP wing seemed to settle into her bones, but a strange, nagging sensation prompted her to pull back the silk hospital gown. ​She looked down at her stomach. ​It was still flat, still the same perfectly slender body she had used for every high-fashion photoshoot and billboard campaign over the last year. But as she gently pressed her palm against her lower abdomen, she felt a slight, distinct firmness that hadn't been there before.

Glancing up at Rem, he nodded down to me and said, “we can hold them off for a bit while you focus on that.” Grateful, I nodded at Rem and closed my eyes, focusing on what the sky-born shifters could see below them. Below them, lie a large open field, near where the mansion was. There were several camps of people, each with tents or campervans that I assumed to be where they were living for the duration of this attack with us.

This period usually happened when it was evolving. Although this wasn’t an entirely strange thing to happen, but for some reasons it wasn’t the same with the others who had this Kareth ability, and Adrian couldn’t help it much when it tried to take over his body as if to switch places with him and send him to the other world while he would take control of the body. And right now Adrian noticed that the mist would appear beneath his Kareth as if he wanted to disappear, but then it’d stop again, and this process repeated itself over and over again.

“Evaluating my form?” “Yeah. And it needs more work by the way” I realized keeping my eyes on just his face wasn’t going to work so I scanned his room instead “Uhm, thanks coach Bennett” he chuckled “You’re welcome. Now put a shirt on” “Why? This is my room” “I need to talk to you and I don’t like seeing amateur bodies when I’ve seen better” I acted nonchalant, hoping my face wasn’t red He didn’t argue, he just rolled his eyes and rummaged through his wardrobe until he pulled out a shirt and threw it over his head

The suitcase waited by the door like a silent witness, packed and ready, its handle upright as though urging me to move. I swung my legs over the bed and stood slowly. My body felt heavier than usual, not just from exhaustion, but from everything I carried inside. I ran a palm over my stomach, lingering there for a moment. The tiny swell, still barely visible, was the only steady thing I had left.

Deepened. There was something else that sat beneath it. Something sharper.

- he seemed frustrated, whereas she just lay beneath him, half naked. Her upper body was displayed before his eyes, wearing only bra. she can feel his staring at her body, she was only with my black bra and with black underwear, it’s the match and it’s the idea of Zoe, she was not here at her wedding but she tried to prepare everything a way before.

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.