Trilogías Novels & Stories

I watched her expression shift from surprise to joy as I continued, "But I will never forgive you. Not now, not ever." I continued watching as her face slowly turned pale. Then, her spirit gradually faded away. "Dad," I whispered. Then, the spirit that had hidden away cautiously appeared. I looked into his hopeful eyes and said, "Thank you for what you did, but it's too late." I shook my head. "Let's not meet again." With that, I began to drift away. Everything was finally over. I felt a lightness in my body as the heavy stone on my chest vanished. The chains around me broke free. I could feel the warmth of the sun and felt the gentle breeze of the wind.

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

Only the triad. Only surrender.

She looked from his pale, blood-streaked face to the dead saboteur outside, to the distant, smoking scar of the chasm. Gryffen’s arrow had found its mark. The mountain had taken its price. Not in stone, but in blood. And as she held the unconscious prince, Leigh knew with a certainty that froze her more than the tunnel’s chill: the border war was over. A new, more personal war had just begun. And Makil, in his stubborn, princely way, had just made himself the heart of it. And she, against every instinct of self-preservation, had already chosen her side.

Lydia blinked as she remembered her father's words, deep down she wanted to remove the flash drive and crush it, but she steeled her mind and convinced herself that she was brave enough to take on the mission given to her by her father, she didn't want to disappoint her father but wanted to make him proud. Finally, the flash drive finished scanning and all the files on the flash drive popped up on the screen of the computer, there were only three files on the flash drive, one was a video and the other two were Microsoft word documents, Rachel was surprised when she saw the files in the flash drive, she had thought she would be met with a series of videos explaining the details of the mission

“Thank you, Aspen.” Aspen could not return his hug because of the seal in her hand, but her heart felt a little at ease, and she allowed his little confession to sink into the part of her brain that had been doubting how she forgave Kailin’s sins. “Wait a minute,” Rolis said when the trio’s jubilation ended. “Are we still under the invisible thing, Tireh?” “Yes, we are.” Rolis didn’t believe him. “Even when we are far apart?”

As long as Jeffrey refused to pay, I was doomed. He frowned, a little displeased, "How did you end up like this?" Ended up like what? Beggar? I fled tens of miles, day and night. Besides the kidnappers, I had to watch the beasts in the mountains. When I was thirsty, I drank rainwater. When I was hungry, I went to rummage through the garbage on the side of the road. Nobody could stay rational in such a circumstance. I knew that he was blaming me for appearing in front of the media like this. It would bring trouble to his company, the Chaney family's company to be precise.

“Richard, however, appeared to spend the four years he was supposed to be studying finance, partying and just about managed to scrape through his finals. He has spent the last few years bouncing from one failed venture to the next, each time buoyed by his father’s cash and Gillian’s connections. He has always attempted to undermine Taylor’s business but he is no longer in a position to act the school-yard bully and Taylor’s reputation is strong enough to withstand the mud that Richard seems intent on slinging. “It wasn’t until Taylor met you, though, darling Abigail, that I finally saw the Taylor that I knew in Costa Rica. You chased away the shadows and even though I am aware that you both

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

I, Charles Turner, was a single father staying with my son as he studied in Noule, Muria. Our neighbor was another woman and her daughter, who happened to be my son's collegemate. The mother, Kerrigan O'Reiley, was heavily pregnant. Meanwhile, her husband was constantly away from home due to work. Unable to reign in her urges, she secretly slept with my son, Carl Turner. Kerrigan's daughter, Shanine Baxton, was strikingly beautiful. With her amazing complexion and shapely legs, she could easily pass as a celebrity.