The Dove Book Novels & Stories

Call me when you are ready <3 Who the fuck was Dylan and what did he do to Dove?

"I belong to no one. Not you, not my father, or anyone else." "Quite interesting one we have here." His eyes gleamed with amusement. "What’s your name honey?" I hesitated for a second before answering. "Dove" "Do you know my specialty Dove?" His voice was calm but there was something devilish beneath. "I don't even know you, so how would you ask me that." I snapped. "I don't care" He arched a brow. "Oh you should my dear Dove" "I was promised a virgin, here am I with a virgin as a dove. Beautiful.” His tone lowered like a stone dipped in water.

I sit at the head of the table, with Flavius beside me. Dovydas looks up at me, and then begins to speak, “I have taken care of the officials. I was able to secure some funds from them that had been stolen from the horde. With those funds, we will be able to get more weapons to aid in the war,” he reports. “Thank you, Dovydas,” I say. Soren looks my way starts to speak, “I have sent a messenger to the last place we knew Sixten to be hiding and we got a response almost immediately. He has accepted our declaration of war, now we just need to begin the preparations,” Soren informs me.

After a few confusing seconds, a dove fluttered out through the same small gate and flew right towards me. “A dove?” Asashi frowned while Aera stepped in front of me, drawing out his wand and pointing it towards the dove. “Could it be that they have accepted their defeat?” Aera scanned the dove with his wand. Once confirmed that it posed no threat, he allowed the dove to sit on his stretched out hand. The dove was holding a letter in its beak. Aera plucked it and gave it to Asashi. “It’s safe to open magically, but we never know it could be poisoned,” Aera said.

Dove said, confusion evident in his voice. "That's strange. You've never been up there before, so how do you know it's a lid?" I inquired, curiosity piqued. "It's from a secret book I stumbled upon. I never realized the chief had come across it too," Dove revealed, a touch of mystery in his words. "You know, this hill is vast. I think that's a diversion meant to deceive those who seek power, like your chief," I offered my analysis. "So, all we need to do now is find a way to get there before they realize the truth," I concluded, hoping they would see the urgency in our actions.

he murmured. "Don't ever look down on people who are weaker than you," Dove mumbled, she frew waters from the ground beneath her and formed two rings of water beside her. The rings began to rotate, and blades formed on their edges. "Because you never know when they'll stand up and look down on you too. I promised to avenge my family and kingdom, and I have no intention of breaking that promise "Dove said this as she threw the rings at him, severing his arms.

Hayley asked with a sigh. “Black doves right here,” I say pointing to my collar bone. “Sounds painful, and also why black doves?” Jason asked curiously. “Because doves are symbolism for purity and innocence, my innocence has been taken away from me,” I explained truthfully. “Damn, that's deep,” Jason says nodding in agreement. “Don’t encourage her,” Hayley says, smacking Jason’s shoulder. “Why not seem like she has it all planned out,” He says, giving me a small smile.

I ask. “I can’t let you be Luna here,” Dove says in a calm voice. As if the house isn’t burning all around us. “I am Luna. Me, this is suppose to be Mine!” “It was yours; you were a good Luna, everyone says so. But you and I both know you are grieving the loss of your only child,” I reach for her hand. “I found the way out. Come with me.” “You hate me,” Dove shakes her head. “Yeah, and you hate me. But hating you doesn’t mean I want you dead. The boys have lost their mother and father. Don’t leave them too,” I say, not believing what I am saying.

I don’t like making beautiful women like you wait. Dovey looks up up and down, wondering what he is expecting, because having sex with old men isn’t her thing. ‘’Would you like anything first before we?’’ he wiggles his brows. ‘’Where are we going exactly?’’ Dovey asks. ‘’Anywhere you want, I am all yours for the rest of the day.’’ Dovey smiles, turning back on her flirting. ‘’I like the sound of that. Maybe a boat ride?’’

just wrong. The specific, organic wrongness of something that had recently been alive and wasn't anymore I looked at what was inside and kept my face entirely still, the same stillness I had brought to boardrooms and corridors and a warehouse floor with my hands in zip ties. A dove... White. Small. Arranged with a care that was its own kind of message.. not thrown in, not dropped. Placed, the same way the box had been placed on the desk.... Beneath it, a folded note.