Novel & Cerita Throne Of Glass Love Interest

Whether it was at the gate of the academy or on the road to the lab, that familiar black vehicle was always in sight. Jason had sent thousands of red roses and even booked the most expensive restaurant for us. I simply gave him a sideways glance and mumbled in a low voice, "You should know that if a senior healer wanted to cripple you, she doesn't even need to lift her hand completely." Jason's face turned pale, but the obsession in his eyes only grew deeper. It was as if he were under a spell, falling in love with the version of me that was too strong for him to control. And it was at that moment that I finally saw the truth of this man.

DRACO. “She glowed for me.” His voice was low, yet I heard him loud and clear. He was looking in my direction as if he didn’t want to look at Iris. “And for the last two decades, I’ve been trying to rack my brain for what I could’ve done more so… so I didn’t lose her.” I studied his features as his words sank in. He loved her. He loved Iris’ mother. Standing in front of me was not the confident and nonchalant prince I met during the Royal Games. His shoulders were slumped, and his expression looked tired, but something in his eyes told me there was still hope left somewhere.

"I still don't understand why you want the Prince to meet Raziah right now." "Simple, Raziah needs a shoulder to cry on and the Prince is the perfect choice since she is his blood Singer. We need to make Raziah fall in love with Prince Aragorn so that it can activate the gene in her, she doesn't know of her past yet and neither does Dark. I could have suggested Dark since they are mates but Dark will be Dark. He is not moved by the mere words of 'Love' or the feelings that come with it. That's the difference between him and me."

I smirked. Ralyne made the first move. Her pick was the man, she sped past me to where the man stood. I could see her touch his hand though, using her power of persuasion. Good thing she was far from me, I didn't want her to see me use mine. I didn't have to touch to persuade and she didn't know that. I reached deep inside my mind, looking for a connection to the female human before me and I found it, held onto it and sent the command from my mind. The woman walked to where I stood, presenting her wrist for me to sink my fangs into. The rush came quickly, I could feel the canines elongate I sank them into her soft flesh.

he growled against my neck, his hot breath sending tremors through my limbs. I tilted my head, yielding to his mouth. "And I love you, Kairo." My voice shook. It was the same tremor from our ceremony at the Moonstone Circle. He didn't need to lead me with a crown or a blade; he held my spirit, a bond that had been forged the moment I first saw him. I pressed my back to his chest, the contrast between my soft, pale skin and his rugged, sun-drenched strength intoxicating. The image in the silver glass was a testament to our union—a fusion of opposites.

She saw his black shirt unbuttoned. “Let’s make this clear, Guinevere. The moment you turned eighteen was the moment you were made to be officially my subject.” “And what do you want from me? Why do you need to take me? I am useless. I am not who you need to break this curse—“ “Because you’re in love with someone else, is that right? What’s his name again? He pretended to think and then his face lit up, not because of happiness but grim promise. “Reid Mason, isn’t it?”

Until now. And the stunt with the water and wine? Calculated. He was sure of it. A distraction, a deflection. She was hiding something. His grip tightened on the glass. Alexander was always the favourite, the golden boy. Now he was trying to cement his status with this...this imposter. Not on Nathan's watch. Nathan sank into his chair, mind racing. There was more to this than just some social-displaying girlfriend. No, Isabella Taylor reeked of secrets. Secrets that could unravel everything he had worked for.

The man with delicate eyes and a cold face in an elegant suit smiles and reaches out to untie his tie. In the dimly lit room, with the faint smell of wine emanating from the glass he is placed on the table, everything creates an extremely dark atmosphere. He slowly raises his wine glass, takes a sip, then says to Mia: “No, don't call me John. I am Malcolm Hiddleston, your master!”

his words shuddered her soul. “If you succeed in staining these broken glasses with your blood….I promise you will meet your and my blood,” she saw him smirking, wickedly. She knew what he wanted from her. He wanted her to shed those tears of blood for her love which he had shed for her but little did he know that her soul was falling those tears since the very beginning but if her pain was really going to calm his pain down then she was more than willing to do it. “Those blood stained broken glass pieces behind me are the glimpse of those tears of blood my love has made me shed since I was a 19 years old teenager and….” she wordlessly heard every word of his.

The low murmur of conversation and clinking of glasses did nothing to settle the restless energy coiling in my muscles. I felt a light tap on my back as I turned to meet Dalia, who was dressed in a silk evening gown with her hair flowing in waves down her shoulders. "We are placed close to each other," she said, leading me to the front row tables as I saw my name on the seat and Tyrion's beside it. The sight of our names together on that little card made something possessive and unwanted unfurl in my chest. The table was a round table of six with me, Gretchen, and Kaida, and each of our selected partners. Gretchen was already seated with a boy I knew as Kai next to her. Kai wasn't one with m