Unwanted Celina Blood Novels & Stories

V. I watch Wendy ride me, and I know she doesn't have any real interest in me. I don't have any interest in her either. I'm only using her to get what I want. She thinks I'm going to help her get Joel, but all I'm doing is putting a target on her back. Her dad was a sick bastard who was responsible for my mate's death. Shifters don't usually cheat on their mates, but he convinced Gail to sleep with him. I believe he drugged her because when she realized what she'd done, she was never the same. She ended up killing herself because of the guilt. I blamed Cline. He's the reason she was destroyed. So I killed him.

" - Celina snorts. “We're here to soothe Celeste, not remind her of this curse. Ginny rolls her eyes and closes the notebook. - All good. - I say finally. “I'm not forgetting a single minute. — I reveal and drink some of the fresh coffee. I get tense just imagining myself next to him... Celina touches my hand in a sign of support. I look at her and give a weak smile. Celina is very similar to me, she has the same black tone as my hair, her eyes are also dark and large, her eyelashes are well curved and filled in, and her skin is light and a little yellowish. But she has several small moles on her face, a wider smile, and a thinner face model. She took after Mom's features. I used to be my fa

Aislinn sighed heavily and tried to continue watching the movie. Celia studied Aislinn for a moment. Celia was much more contemplative than Meredith. She was a planner. She didn't necessarily intend to get into a fight with the girl. If Aislinn could be put into line with the others then there wouldn't be a problem here. From what Celia could tell she didn't look like much. Her scent was confusing. But from what Cullen had said that wasn't surprising. Celia was trying to size Aislinn up physically when she noticed the mark on Aislinn's shoulder just at her neck.

The air inside the condo was as cool as her personality. Her condo was surprisingly stylish, thin and minimalist gray and white. Actually, that would be more of a guy's style. Most women would just fill it with all sorts of decorations. ‘Perhaps it doesn't even belong to her. Or perhaps she's a tomboy.’ The ringing phone shattered the charged silence. Sensing an incoming barrage, she picked up.

The Unwanted Wife has finally come to an end! ✧ To be honest, this wasn’t how I originally planned to finish the story. But somewhere along the way, my heart changed, and so did the ending. I know some of you may be surprised that the epilogue was written from Lucas’ point of view, but I chose to write it not to justify his actions, but simply to tell his side of the story. I genuinely felt like he deserved that. And truthfully, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night unless I shared his backstory, and that’s how the epilogue came to life.

Shane didn’t try to stop me. He held Leila in his arms and spoke coldly, “Don’t jump here. You’ll dirty our family estate.” I gave a bitter smile. “Sorry for the mess.” I closed my eyes and leapt. … I became a corpse. My legs were shattered, my skull cracked open, my life snuffed out in an instant. My soul floated above the scene, and to my surprise, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. I glared hatefully at the broken, bloody mess that was my body and at my family standing nearby.

Scar dragged her shivering firm out by the hair pushing a glass door to the balcony,they are standing several floors above the ground. “I built this place to relax,but I don't mind throwing you from here” She pushed Cindy forward,half of her body leaning over the rails,Cindy held until Scar's hand,tears streaming down her face. “Let's try again, Cindy Montana CEO of Liet found dead,after falling from her office top floor, investigation is still ongoing if it's murder or suicide….., we don't want that do we”

Hurriedly, with slightly shaky hands, I start untying the rope that binds my legs to the chair when I hear a feminine voice come from the back of the room. "If I were you, I won't dare to escape," she says. "You may not know, but the people outside this little cellar are blood thirsty. And they would do anything for it. They would do anything for a reward from their master. And if it is your death, then so be it."

It makes her forever his. He steps into the closet to the basement. The pungent smell of blood fills up his nostrils as he steps into the dark room. “Celia?” He calls out, walking over to turn on the lights. When the dim light cascades into the room, the first thing he witnesses is a man in a pool of blood. His glassy wide eyes are staring in the distance like a gone soul still haunting the remains. Reed follows his gaze, resting on the curled-up figure of Celia in the corner with her own body bathed in blood. She stares up at the ceiling blankly. Another man lay next to her feet. Unconscious or lifeless. Yet to find.