True Beauty Book 5 Novels & Stories

One True Love Copyright © 2018 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

The room felt smaller than it had before, the walls just slightly closer than they should be. Outside, the city went on without her. Lights in every window. People living in all directions. And somewhere out there — somewhere in a building nicer than she could imagine from the outside of it — Damien Hawthorne was probably halfway through a dinner she couldn't afford. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass. Looked at her own reflection. Tired eyes. The sharp cut of her jaw. Her mother's nose. She went back to the table and plugged the USB in again. There was a folder she hadn't opened. Password protected. She tried her mother's birthday. The name Elias. Then Damien, then *Rhodes*, th

“That is good, you’ll need strength for what comes next.” I swallowed. “The training?” Her head tilted. “No, something you must hear before it is too late.” I frowned. “Too late for what?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she crossed the room and set down an old book on the table. Its cover was cracked, the leather was worn out, it had strange markings, spirals and claws, ran across it. “What is that?” I whispered. “The truth,” she said simply. I forced myself to stand, to walk closer, though every instinct told me not to. My fingers hovered above the book. “What do you mean?”

He kissed each one of them without missing one. "So beautiful." He muttered and kissed the one scar that I was insecure about. Tears pricked my eyes, but I forced them still. I really do love him; he's shown me to love my body the way it is, and he's shown me what true love is like. He moved even lower till he was face-to-face with my pussy. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic and slowly pulled it down. I shivered and leaned my head back into the pillow. He lightly kissed my thighs, and then I felt his breath on my core.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

I stand up and exit the room. I wish when l get home, that father will buy me books that will fill my library. And mother to buy me new clothes. I don't feel like wearing these dresses anymore. They are boring. I want a new dress each day. I want expensive accessories each morning. I deserve those things. This party is so boring, l feel like sleeping and making my two maids massage me and prepare snacks. For Anata to wash my clothes early in the morning. For Riko to fetch snow early tomorrow morning. It has been long since l last played with snow.

"How can you believe anything a merchant says? Merchants don't have friends, the only friend they have is money. Merchants will say anything just so you'll buy their wares. Goddess Selene's book was lost a long time ago but that doesn't mean we should disrespect something so sacred. I'm sure this is just a dusty old book. I just can't believe you wasted your money just like that. The least you could have done was ask me first." Aurelia argued. "If the book is fake, don't worry. I know just how to get my money back. Let's just try the book out first." Hendrick suggested. "Fine, what are you waiting for? Open it." Aurelia permitted. "Boaz said that the key to opening this special book is true

“You do not understand what it costs to stand beside me.” “Then tell me,” she says, fierce now. “Show me. Stop pretending I can’t handle the truth.” The truth. The truth is blood and ruin. The truth is the nights I spent clawing my way out of the gutter, the bodies I stepped over, the empire I built from ashes and screams. The truth is men like Vincent who will never stop until they taste my blood or hers. “You want the truth?” I say coldly. “The truth is that everyone I touch ends up broken. You think you can survive me, but you cannot. No one does.”

Surprise widened her green eyes, but she simply gave a polite smile. I bent down to pick the book but she beat me to it, dusting the small particles on it before returning it. I gave her an apologetic look before walking away. I opened the book again when I noticed a paper slip through it. I hadn't noticed it before. Picking it, I slowly opened it, my eyes wide. On the paper it was written. “IF YOU WANT TO FIND OUT THE TRUTH GO TO THE FORBIDDEN FOREST”