Novel & Cerita The Loyal Pin Novel

“You’re a shift.” The weight of that settled in my bones. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he said, stepping closer, “that whatever we were before you arrived — soldiers, brothers, monsters — we’re not that anymore. Not completely.” My throat tightened. “Because of me?” “Yes.” A beat. “And because of him.” He didn’t say Erico’s name. He didn’t have to. Vincenzo’s gaze drifted toward the house, where Erico had vanished. “He’s loyal,” he said. “He’s strong. He’s the kind of man who will burn a city to keep one person breathing.”

A daughter who’s only skill is pulling a paintbrush too across a canvas is easy to disregard. I don’t stick around. I shove as much as I can into one duffle bag, and slink out without having to see my mother again. Giving her anymore satisfaction is not on my agenda. The Loyalty Pack is a safe Pack, kept in good condition. It’s built around a beautiful lake, and right in the centre of that lake, is our Alpha’s estate. People gossip that he can see all from there, and watches over everyone’s mistakes. Despite the advertisement that everyone in this Pack is loyal to each other, it’s all a lie. In evidence of this.

His touch was soft, yet it remained setting off something she couldn’t quite ignore. “You want freedom,” he replied, his voice lower. “From her shadow. From the part of you that wonders if you’re more like her than you want to admit.” Ava pulled her hand back. “Don’t psychoanalyze me.” He laughed, the sound deep and low. “It’s not psychoanalyzing. It’s recognizing someone who’s just as stubborn as I am.” They worked late into the night, piecing together the maze of agreements and betrayals that related Evelyn Sinclair to Roman’s past. Ava couldn’t refute his insight, but she kept her guard up, refusing to allow his appeal distract her from the task at hand.

my father whispered, relief shining in his tired eyes. Arrow leaned down, placing a hand lightly over my father’s. “You’ve raised a remarkable daughter. Loyal. Steadfast. It’s a rare thing these days.” My chest constricted. My father smiled faintly, unaware of the poison laced in those words. “Yes,” he murmured. “Palmer has always been loyal.” Arrow’s gaze shot to mine then, unblinking, daring me to break. 🧊 I held his stare, even as my insides shook, even as I wanted to scream the truth—that my loyalty was born not of love but of chains.

My palm felt like it was burning. "Warehouse 9," I choked out. "The Old Pier. He’s with the Valerii. They’ve betrayed you, Dante. Ligeia was in on it from the start." Dante didn't look surprised. He looked ready. He reached for a heavy black coat and checked the magazine on his pistol. "Ligeia always did have a taste for salt and betrayal," he said, a lethal smile touching his lips. "Load your dagger, Elara. We’re going to the docks. And tonight, the sea is going to run red."

Her black hair cascaded like shadows across her collarbones. “I said… come.” The girl obeyed. Slowly. Step by step. Perfera reached out—took a lock of her hair between her fingers. Smiled. “You’re loyal to me, aren’t you?” The girl nodded, unshed tears shining in her eyes. "Good," Perfera gasped. "Then you'll not speak of what you heard tonight." The girl nodded a third time, more hastily now. Perfera stepped closer. "Because if you do…"

The world outside moved on as if nothing had happened but for Sarah, time had shattered just like the wine glass she had dropped the night before. She sat in her small apartment, numb, as the city buzzed beyond her window. The betrayal still clawed at her chest, a relentless ache she couldn't shake. She had spent the night tossing and turning, replaying James’ cruel words over and over. "You never matched my status." "Chloe does." Sarah’s fingers tightened around the coffee mug in her hands. She had given that man everything, her loyalty, her trust, her damn heart, only to be tossed aside like she was nothing.

"I want to burn them out. Whoever is playing this game just drew their last card." Lucy reached for his arm, grounding him. "And if it’s someone close to us? Someone we thought was loyal?" He didn’t answer immediately. His silence was heavier than words. Then he said, low and final, "Then loyalty dies tonight." Lucy read the note again, her eyes tracing the ink until the words blurred. One of your own opens them nightly. The accusation wasn’t just dangerous it was intimate, almost cruel in how it seeded doubt. Her fingers tightened against the page until the edge cut a pale line across her skin.

I said abruptly as he was checking something on his phone when he glanced at me with amusement in his eyes. “Why?” He pointed an eyebrow with an expressionless face making my hands to go sweaty. “I…I…” I hated to stutter. “My pins aren’t coming off.” I said as I started to remove the pins from my head. I didn’t know why I said that as I simply couldn’t say that I didn’t want to sleep with you on the same bed. He was a Durani. Duranis men were infamous in beating their wives, abusive and what not. I had mentally prepared myself for that but there was a big part of me that he would never raise hand on me. I didn’t know the reason yet. Might be Duranis were the great actors or might be he was t

The reason why updates are slow is because I have other books I'm working on and some will be coming to an end this month(Take me back, dear ex wife and Run, Camille, Run) but I'll still drop updates for Lust and Loyalty. I have no intentions of dragging any of my books so they'll probably be at most 80 chapters and anything more is because the story is not over. I'll drop ten chapters before the month ends and by February we can start stable updates. Thank you for your reviews, gems and comments. I look forward to them every day. it's my daily motivation 😁❤️