روايات وقصص ضمن Zelena Mills

Author's Pov “It contains information on the woman Zade Silver had proposed to. Her name is Elaine Winters, she's from a small town in West Drewire.” Mr Hall opened the file, his eyes scanning the papers. Eventually, he handed the paper over to Mila who also read it, afterwards, laughter bubbled in her chest. When she got to the end of the paper, she could not hold back the laughter and bent over, the sound echoing in the office. It took her a good ten minutes for Mila to stabilise herself. Her face had gone red from lack of air.

Lila. “Tell me you’ve looked at the designs,” her manager’s voice came through. “I’m halfway through. The blue velvet gown needs adjustment on the neckline,” Elena said, scrolling quickly. “Noted,” Lila said. “Oh, by the way — Kelvin’s agency reached out.” Elena blinked. “Kelvin?” “Yes. He wants to attend the Maison Élitaire winter showcase with Vanessa Hale. As a couple.” Elena almost fell out of her chair. “They’re going public?”

“Your voice doesn’t have a suggestion setting. It only has command, subtle threat, and talking to Poppy like she’s holding a detonator.” “She usually is holding something dangerous.” “It was a spoon.” “She threw it at Luca.” “Luca moved too slowly.” The corner of Sebastian’s mouth lifted. The lights above the stage shifted. Zenna walked toward the podium before I could decide whether his smile was irritating or simply offensive to the facial structure of every other man alive. Applause filled the ballroom. Zenna stood behind the podium, her black gown catching a thin line of light across the shoulders. On the screens behind her, the Foundation emblem faded into a sequence of old photographs:

I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing fear crawl across my skin. A low murmur ripples through the crowd when I lift my chin higher. Let them look. Let them wonder if the traitor’s daughter still has enough bite to scar a king. “This one,” the auctioneer croons, voice dripping honey and poison, “is pure-blooded from the old Moonglade line. Untouched. Spirited. A Luna, if broken properly.” A thick chuckle rumbles somewhere to my left. A wolf in a velvet coat runs his tongue along his teeth like he’s already tasted me.

I can escape my hell using the window. Stretching my neck further, studying the ambiance, I gasp in fear at the depth beneath. The distance is like jumping down from the tallest mountain. I’ll die in the air before my body reaches the earth. I wish I had mastered the act of hunting with Nana. She is my best option if I want to climb down. But she needs to stay hidden. “Milena,” Zlata calls my attention, “…here is the human cream.” She swings a tube. I stare at the tiny, pinkish substance in her hand with a cover. Nothing special. How does it work?

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

I bellowed at her, impatient. “So fiery.” She chuckled. “You remind me of a certain someone, just a little too much.” Then, she lifted her hands, her mouth moving as she cast a spell. A shining purple orb of light appeared in her palms. I took a fighting stance, thinking she was going to attack, but the glow expanded, rising toward the ceiling and illuminating the room. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. As I opened them and gazed at Zelena, my eyeballs nearly fell from their sockets in awe.

Elsie Jacob’s hand was still clamped around my wrist when I saw Lena storm toward Zaza. Her face was white with rage, eyes glittering like glass about to break. I could hear their voices even from across the patio, sharp, slicing through the music that no one was really listening to anymore. “I cannot believe him,” Lena hissed. “He just broke a senator’s son’s nose because of her! What’s so special about that girl?” Zaza stood perfectly still, her expression unreadable, her champagne glass hanging loosely from her fingers. “She’s pretty,” she said simply.

I said and she hummed. “The one who claimed to be the Goddess is a Goddess. She is none other than Selena Dark, the professor in your pack school. She is the twin sister of Moon Goddess, born out of hatred and anger.” Zelda blurted. I felt the ground leaving my feet. I was floating. My body was numb. How was that even possible? It was a ruthless mess. Then again, I remembered the way Selena carried herself. The way she talked. The way she looked at me. And Alaric was not wrong either.