Three Musketeers Kindle Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 38 DANTE We returned to the palace later lathered and exhausted from the hard ride back while the surviving enemy fighter remained chained behind one of the supply mounts, head bowed and silent under heavy guard. The courtyard filled quickly with stable hands and additional soldiers who had been summoned to meet us, everyone moving with the quiet efficiency that came from knowing something serious had happened out there. I dismounted first, handing the reins to the nearest groom without a word, then turned to Lucien and Alastair who had ridden in right beside me.

My head was spinning so much that my foot slipped–but before I could hit the ground, a strong arm caught me. “Hey!” a deep, masculine voice murmured in my ears. “You are so drunk, woman.” I smirked after I heard his voice. I could not see the man’s face clearly—because everything else in my head was absurdly going crazy—but I noticed his eyes. Gray. Gray eyes… just like our CEO. I snickered on that thought. As if the CEO would ever be here staying on this hotel floor and helping someone like me. “What are you laughing at ha?” he asked, sounding impatient.

Isis ordered curtly. Immediately, Myriam returned to the garden. Together, she and Jeremy built the castle on a wooden table. When they finished, he asked her to read him a story. They nestled into a poolside chair under the gazebo while she read The Three Musketeers. Jeremy nestled in her arms and soon fell asleep. “You’re so sweet,” she whispered, gently stroking his blond hair. “I hope when you grow up, your heart doesn’t harden like your brother’s.”

I said to him. There were many monsters and demons in there that would delight in our demise. I worried about what Thad might see or experience. At least Camden had context for it all. He was there with me for six months as we fought and survived together. “Jae, you ask some very dumb questions at times. You can’t keep me away just because you’re worried about what I might encounter. The three of us do things together. We are the Three Musketeers,” he said with a lazy smirk.

‘Stop your riddles and say clearly Rose’, I spat the words. ‘Erica...Erica...Erica, you always had a problem with power. First, Raphael when he made you a workhorse, now, me for not spilling my guts faster. It’s ok though, as this will be your last conversation... I will tell you. You know, as a friend’, she said sarcastically before continuing to reply to my questions, ‘so, where was I? Oh, yes, children. Me and my brother. Where does Sophie fit into this?’, she tapped her finger on the Chin and said, ‘right in the middle of it. We are... the three musketeers’

Alex just can't keep still no matter the reassurance he gets that the 'Three Musketeers' are very much 'Normal'. Here's the other part of the promised chapter today. So, I won't be uploading tomorrow. Classes have officially started so that means, lots of WORK to complete before 11:59 p.m.😒Wish the months hurry up and pass by. 😭

Midnight Neko and I softly stepped towards the entrance of the cave entrance – my second hide away spot that is now occupied by four special individuals. I hear the silent snores of them – poor things must be so tired from all that running. “Neko…fetch…” I whisper to my trusted friend , and he instantly agrees. He enters the cave , a place that I can not see in as their once burning fire is now dim and soon to go off. I hope he is able to retrieve her with out making a drama – and just as I thought it , I hear a loud growl.

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

Warm illumination instantly filled the entire space. This was my fresh start.