The Stars Are Dying Spicy Chapters Mga Nobela at Kwento

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4 "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒....𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

His smile widened. “Now it’s time for him…” ”…to remember how they died.” End of Chapter 18

But today, I neither glared nor smiled. I took the star and closed the door. "Han..." His voice was shut outside. I walked to my desk and dropped the star into the glass jar. It filled the jar exactly to the top. I screwed on the lid, removed the jar from my desk, and placed it in the deepest corner of a drawer. Then I opened my journal again and lowered my pen. "I came back from ten years in the future." Early the next morning, I knocked on Mom's bedroom door. "Mom, I'm taking the day off. Come with me for a checkup."

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️) Chapter eleven (11) Authoress pov 🤍 Jasper already pass out and his friends already rush to him and sprinkling water on him, while Natasha was shouting, going up and down.

I give them paradise. "At the cost of their existence," Axel said. His dagger was out now, flames flickering along the blade. "They're not living. They're being slowly erased while dreaming about lives they'll never have." *And isn't that better than what you face? Fighting your way to a Core that might not save you? Facing administrators who want you dead? At least here, you die happy.* The buildings around us started to move. The walls rippled like water. The peaceful deadies we'd seen earlier were appearing again but this time their eyes were wrong. Empty. Controlled.

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He asked, gently sliding the linen on my skin and I shuddered in pleasure. “I do.” “Give me a safe word.” He said, covering my sight with the black linen until all I could see was black mixed with red from the lights. “Vanilla,” I responded as his fingers caressed my neck and then made their way to my lips. Without hesitation, I took his index finger into my mouth, then his middle finger, and sucked on them as if my life depended on them. “Fuck.” Davin whispered in satisfaction. “Why vanilla?” “That's my favorite scent,” I replied after he took his fingers out of my mouth and he hummed slightly in understanding.

"I won't make the same mistakes again. I promise you." It seemed like the first time in my life I had seen her cry like this. If this had happened before, maybe I would have cared. But not anymore. I quietly stepped back to put distance between us. My voice was indifferent. "What's done is done. Just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible." Perhaps because I was too cold, Scarlett cried even harder. "No. I won't sign." "Whether you sign or not doesn't matter to me anymore." I pointed to my chest. "This is dead. It won't beat for you again.

****** I led Alpha Darius and his entourage through the grand hallways of the palace, the rich tapestries and gleaming chandeliers setting the scene for the feast that had been meticulously prepared. I could sense Alpha Darius’s attention wandering, not to the lavish surroundings or the hospitality extended by the pack, but to Sara walking gracefully beside us. Her every move seemed to draw Darius’s gaze, like a moth to a flame, and my protective instincts flared each time Darius’s eyes lingered too long. I took my place at the diner table, with Sara to my right and Alpha Darius across from her. As we began the meal, servers poured wine into the goblets, and conversation flowed.