Novel & Cerita Why Did Graves Betray 141

The thought made my stomach churn, but I needed him. "Shay, we have to talk. Order's deadline tomorrow. Suitor pressure insane. Ma Felicia here now, destroying stuff. Solutions? Love you—call." The texts flew out, a digital cry for help. Madam Lavigne nodded approvingly. "Good. Now the authorities. That Agent Graves—you said he was looking into the poisons?" "Yes," I murmured, pulling up his number. Agent Graves had been assigned after I reported suspicions about Mother's death, the slow poison that mirrored the curse's symptoms. But he'd been dragging his feet, buried in bureaucracy.

And, “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve betrayed Isabella, my own sister, the person who’s always been there for me, she care for me, she loved me unconditionally and how do I repay her? By betraying her trust, by siding with the person who’s been trying to destroy her. Brandon, the man I love, the man whose child I’m carrying right now, and what he did for me, kick me out of his house just because I said truth, he is cruel, heartless. Its unbearable, the pain, the shame, the regret. Why did I betray my sister? I was so blind, so caught up in my own feelings, I didn’t see the truth; I didn’t see the kind of person Brandon really is.” **** Vincent’s Pov “What have I done? I’ve hut her again and

I asked painfully and couldn't keep the tears from my eyes. “The vampires tortured my brothers so that I would give them the locations of the troops and the plans I knew,” Izan said. "I told them what I knew, and they still decided to kill my brothers. That was my break, and I aroused the wrath of my beast. I killed everyone and came to the front. I recorded everything for them—what I heard, the plans they had for expansion... The conspiracy, but no one wanted to do anything because the vampires decided to make an armistice." “I'm sorry you were so alone,” I said painfully.

When I heard the pleasured moan, the evil and satisfied chuckle behind me and then the whip hitting the floor behind me I knew that my scream was what he was waiting for. Graves Reaper is a Beta Warrior in my Pride and he enjoyed inflicting pain onto others especially me. I expect him to turn and leave as he normally does after he inflicts one of his punishments only this time I feel the warmth of his breath on the outer rim of my ear as he steps up next to me and whispers, “Mane Beatrice will give you to me one day soon and then I will have you screaming ’STOP’ for a whole other reason, my little runt.”

--- The War Had Begun In the shadows of New York City, alliances were shifting. Ethan Graves had risen from the grave eager to reclaim the empire Adrian had once destroyed. But Adrian wasn’t retreating. He was on the hunt. And with each calculated move, he was drawing Ethan deeper into a game that would end one way: With Ethan Graves buried for good this time.

To help her first love, Simon Ahern, win the sprint championship, my girlfriend, Cecelia Holt, deliberately locked me in the basement the night before the competition. She looked at me icily and said grimly, "How many times have you beaten him? So what if I give the championship to him?" Later, she even broke my legs to help him steal the national team selection spot. I desperately asked Cecelia why she treated me like this; I was her boyfriend after all. However, she retorted, "He accompanied me through the three years of depression. I must fulfill this wish for him." However, she had no idea that with my legs gone, I was no different from someone who had lost their life. When I stop

His voice was low but dangerous. “Yes, boss,” Graves continued quickly. “I was waiting for her in the car when I noticed a man step out from an SUV across from me, then another followed. I knew immediately they were after her, so I went after them. I lost her for a moment, but I got to her in time… before it was too late.” Graves never got to finish the air he was holding before Damien’s fist connected with his jaw in a sharp, brutal blow that sent him crashing to the floor.

“With the High Priestess. With people who understand that free will is a disease, a curse that causes nothing but suffering. I tried to save you from it the easy way, Sophia. You chose the hard path.” A wave of crushing despair threatened to drown me. My trusted guard, my packmate… the ultimate betrayal. But then my Sight, still active, caught a detail. The purple in his aura was vivid, but it didn’t have the deep, weathered integration of a long-term convert. It was a graft. A possession. Potentially… breakable. A new plan, desperate and razor-thin, crystallized instantly.

My eyes flashed red at Guy, making him gulp and back away a few steps. “Alright… I’ll see if we can’t buy this council member off as well, and if not; get someone in to kill her.” He showed his throat in submission, kneeling as he did. The show of submission eased Dominion back, my eyes going back to their natural brown instead of red. “What of this black devil wolf that the failure mentioned? Any word on who it was?” Having a beta who supposedly fought like that would be a great asset in infiltrating the north. “It turns out that it was Theodor Grave, sir.” Guy stood up and joined me at the desk.

He wore the tattered remains of an Admiral’s uniform. It was Graves. But he wasn't attacking. He fell to his knees, his hands clawing at the moss, leaving trails of black static. "It... it's not a heaven..." Graves rasped, his voice sounding like a corrupted audio file. "You... you brought the rot with you, Vance. The Exterminators... they aren't trying to get in. They're trying to get out." Kazimir drew his blade, but Jun held him back. "Look at his chest, Kaz."