Unwind Novel の小説・ストーリー

Now, here I was, offering him the very thing he had wanted, but he was gone. "Pull yourself together," my inner wolf growled, a voice of raw instinct cutting through the panic. My life felt like an endless cycle of suffering. This marriage had been a means to an end for Eveline, a cruel way for her to secure her own happiness with Alpha Jerry. The thought of my sister's malicious smile made me shake and sweat. "Eveline will burn me alive," I thought, the terror of her wrath eclipsing even my grief.

Every second of agony was a choice he made, deliberate and cold, while his wolf howled somewhere behind his eyes and he ignored it. I close my own eyes and reach for the bond. There's nothing there. Of course there's nothing. He severed it weeks ago, ripped it out like pulling a rotten tooth, leaving behind a wound that hasn't stopped bleeding. I remember the moment it happened. I was in this same cell, chained to this same wall, and suddenly I felt empty. Hollowed out. Like someone had reached into my chest and scooped out everything warm. The pack said I should be grateful. A severed bond means freedom. Means he can't command me anymore, can't feel my emotions, can't track me through the t

They cleared the way for me as I passed them and headed up to my room, or rather our room. I had never felt so insulted in my life, cooking was one of my favorite things to do. I cooked when I was happy, when I was sad, when I was angry. I was fricking boiling with anger at the moment but I couldn't even cook. I lay on the bed and brought out my eBook reader trying to release my anger with some romance between fictional characters. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a character in a book. I wouldn't be the main character, I would be the sidekick, the best friend who made all the jokes and was just there to support the female lead. I envied the sidekick, she was so stressfree and didn't have any

*Winter* I felt as if I had stepped into a scene straight out of a whimsical film—a cozy coffee shop, warm and inviting, with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifting through the air like an old friend. The soft glow of fairy lights created a gentle ambiance that contrasted with the flurry of emotions inside me—anticipation, excitement, and a healthy dose of anxiety. It was just Aaron and me in what seemed like a safe little world, separate from the village's curious eyes.

Then, I packed my bags and turned off my phone. Without looking back, I boarded my flight. Some people were only meant to pass through our lives. If I loved the wrong person, I would be brave enough to let go. I would walk forward, knowing that every road has an end. But I must admit, I was also looking forward to it. "Christopher, I ran away from the wedding too. Aren't you surprised?" I murmured. … During my three years in Belvaria, I immersed myself in academia and secured an assistant professor position.

I just sighed heavily. I also went upstairs to read. I really like reading some novels especially Romance genre. It feels real and my imagination is really working when I'm reading those scenes that I like. I imagined that I am the main character and wished that I have a happy ending with my partner. But most especially, the lessons of life.

Noah then asked, "Do you remember when their behavior started to change?" I thought about it carefully. Willow began acting strangely when the crabapple blossoms bloomed, which was right at the start of the semester. As for Jean, her warm and enthusiastic attitude became cold and fearful in the span of a single lunch break. Noah seemed to latch onto something. "What were you doing when the crabapple blossoms started blooming? Did you do anything unusual?" I thought back and replied, "Well, I dragged Jean and Ramona to the grove to see the crabapple blossoms. Does that count?"

And he felt, maybe his previous love will forgive him if it is Sanvika. So he opened the book and looked at the flower. The wind brushed through making it look like the flower will blow off any moment. He took a minute and held the book up the wind. A strong wind blew the flower off. They watched as the wind carried it to the edge of the water. A wave washed it into the sea… A silent moment.

Hope you like Seraphina's pov and inner thoughts. Ps which brother do you hate the most? And once again my main male leads are usually twisted and down to earth rude (like in my other books too). So this slow-burn romance would be spicy but dark and not to forget she is an assassin so she has killed various people. (Keep that in mind) Also do you want romance or do you want me to focus only on the relationship between her brothers? Drop your thoughts, below. Like, comment and follow. xoxo.

No, the was only the soft breathing of deep sleep from upstairs and the shallow gasps of our housekeeper weeping silently-she must be getting soft in her old age-and the slow swing of something heavy through the air. Swish. Swish. Had someone left a window open, it was coming from our small library, my favourite room in the whole house. Or maybe father had finally managed to fix the grandfather clock that had been sitting in the room for as long as I can remember. I decided on see the library one last time before the slaughter continued. Perhaps I’d even keep my favourite book of poems, a reminder of where I’d come from and what had been done to me by the people I thought I could trust, by t