The Tale Of Four の小説・ストーリー

Tales is now holding a dagger while pointing it on his neck. "You lose."

"And that’s what worries me." Rael barely heard them. His fingers traced the edges of the book, its leather cover warm to the touch. Since leaving the ruins, the ink on its pages had shifted again, crawling like living veins. The words had changed. The throne is no longer sealed. The sky will bear its wound. And the Hollow Crown waits. Rael’s pulse quickened. The Hollow Crown. The phrase had appeared before, buried deep in the writings of the First King, but no one knew what it meant.

David encourages her to speak. "David, I am sincerely sorry about everything. I can't go on with this wedding." Julia finally went straight to the point. "Why?" David asked, but there was a hint of pain and sadness in his voice. "Believe me, David. I genuinely loved you for four years, and I saw myself getting married and having a happy family with you... But something happened, and it's entirely my fault. I fell inlove with someone else and I am confessing to you right now because I don't want to hurt and fool you for the rest of our lives…” Julia started to explain.

Elena's POV When I woke up again, my hands were tied behind my back, and I had been thrown onto the floor. Across from me stood Lorenzo and Sofia, their expressions calm. My eyes reddened, and I shot them a confused look. "Lorenzo, why am I here?" "Sofia wants an authentic Monelle painting, and only the collector Vito Abela has it. He said he would trade it for you," Lorenzo explained. The dim light cast a cold sheen over Lorenzo's refined features. He simply looked at me as if I were a commodity to be traded.

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

I stepped forward, kneeling slightly so I could look into her pale green eyes, and I felt her stiffened. “Hey, relax,” I urged softly. “I just want to ask you a few questions.” Her lips pressed into a thin line and then she nodded. “Tessa, why do you smell like a rogue?” She looked at me, her gaze, though scared, held a strange sort of defiance. “I’ll tell you,” she whispered, “but when the time is right.” My jaws clenched. Zorra, my wolf didn't like secrets. Especially not from our mate.

“So, Ava Cole. What’s it going to be? Do you take the clean escape, the easy path? Or do you take my hand and walk through the fire with me? Do you walk away from your boss… or do you stand by your Daddy?” The titles hung in the air between them, the professional and the profoundly personal. One promised a respectable, solitary future. The other promised a war, a partnership, and a love that defied all rules.

, she stuttered. Allerick looked her over, “I was with my father and a boy and a girl were spotted in Molvania…”, he trailed off and gauged her reaction, “Guess what they did there?”, he didn’t wait for her reply, “They went stealing, stealing books. The only book on the heart of magic” “Oh”

He hadn't been on a comfortable bed for so long, but for some reason, he couldn't sleep. Almost three years ago, they went to war because of the revolutionists waging conflict. They knew that the former King's condition was becoming worse, and they wanted to take advantage of that. Then just a month after that, the former King died. The war with the revolutionists had intensified. Alaric became King. Keane felt that he had to do everything he can to lead the Knights to victory. Triumph would be the best gift for his newly crowned cousin, he thought. The news of his cousin's wedding reached him when he was in the war. He was genuinely shocked that Alaric didn't marry Jestina. The three of the

They sat with their backs to the river, snuggled together and giggled like a couple of high school lovers. Thaddeus rushed as fast as his scrawny little legs could carry him, to stay in the waters was to incur the wrath of Tonya. He knew better. With her small frame, she has the power of a sumo wrestler within her. Today wasn't the day to piss her off, not when she's busy with Emily talking about things he'd never understand. He thought to himself as he ran his hand through his hair, shaking like his bones had become fragile and brittle.