Novel & Cerita Void Drifter Kiana

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Springfield, Illinois Teegan's P.O.V. I watch Petra's face as we drive toward the first pack, which is thankfully not far. Kiana and I had seen how unsure she was around everyone. It makes me think she's been trying to hide her whole life, afraid of the unknown. That's why we did the little pillow fight to ease her nervousness.

I strengthened my grip on her jaw, disregarding her pain, and shouted, "You will only ever be a mistress and whore to Alpha Dragon. Don't dream of anything more!" I would have given her everything, loved her, and given her status and position even if she wasn't Luna. I wouldn't have let my mate suffer, but her rejection and hatred made me furious. I want her to regret her actions and everything she said. She must be with me, even if that means fear and terror from my presence... She stood proudly again and said, looking at me with her miserable appearance and thin body, "I am Jenny Anderson, daughter of Alpha Anderson from the Golden Sun Pack, and I reject you, Alpha Dragon."

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

I knocked him on his ass by myself. At the end of our line, one ship drifts too far from the others. My instincts scream. The human at the helm is well and cleanly dressed, like I haven’t seen anyone in Tarrin other than Luna Maris and the lords. This is his ship. “I know him too well,” Xandra says. “He cannot surprise me.” And she leaps headlong into the water. I grit my teeth and follow. This time, instead of trying to drown me, the current offers me a helping hand. I barely have to paddle to the floating snare.

The boat in the picture was even bigger and more beautiful. Most importantly, the entire hull was covered in irises, my absolute favorite flower. There wasn’t a single rose to be found. When I got home, I started packing my things. I slowly sorted through my clothes and legal documents, neatly folding everything. Then, I found the photos from all the years we had spent together. Every single one had a note written on the back. I flipped through them, one by one. On the photo from our trip to Lake Green, she had written, “I want to cling to Aussie for the rest of my life.”

"Some old superstition about drowned lovers. Keeps the tourists away." I raised a brow but smiled too, my thoughts doing what it does best. What if the reason he brought me here was to drown me? What if all these was their plans from the beginning? Or what if he's just saying this to scare me? That must be the reason. He's a joker if he thinks he can scare me. I was here on a mission and I must fulfill it. Matteo and Kian worked together to drop anchor while I helped Adrian transfer to his floating chair, a specialized wheelchair with pontoons that let him move independently in the water.

AQUA After Gunnar and the other dominant wolves left, I found myself alone with the submissive wolves of the Storm Fire Pack. I was sure they had all witnessed the scene where River hugged me and the moment Gunnar came to my aid. It was hard to read their expressions, so I kept to myself. Then, someone approached me. "Um, hello?" A young woman in her early twenties greeted me. She was an attractive female with orange flame-colored hair styled in a half-bun and freckles sprinkled across her face. "I'm Kianna," she introduced herself.

Blood ran down Irene's thighs, and her face drained of color as she clutched her abdomen. Natalie's breath caught. Reflexively, she pulled out her phone and dialed 911. Right then, the door was kicked open with a loud crash. "Rene!"

Kendrick’s calm, brown eyes held Nate’s for a moment, the silent assessment of a professional guardian, before he gave a slow, acknowledging dip of his chin. A slight, nervous movement drew Nate’s eye. “And that is Chloe,” Kieran said, his tone slightly drier. “Our resident medic and field researcher. Try not to damage yourself; she fusses.” The pink-haired woman, Chloe, blushed a deep red and stopped bouncing on her feet, offering Nate a flustered, tiny wave.