새드로맨스 Novels & Stories

However though known as a cold hearted man his music was all interesting and romantic. With dusk till Dawn the song of Sia playing Rinna found herself closing her eyes and with the rhythm of the song flowing in her body she leaned her head against the glass tinted window. As the song continued to play she tried to imagine how Zayn Malik was in the video but horror of horrors she only got the image of the devil, the way he was at the hospital , oh goodness the ocean blue eyes..

Anahita Waterwolf POV We waterwolves have resettled on the banks of the Dream River that runs through the place once known as the Barren. Though to use the word 'barren' in relation to this magnificent place feels ridiculous. Many mornings I sit on the balcony of the packhouse, before the pack stirs, gazing out at the churning, roiling, foaming waves of the river, its banks densely packed with rich, dark mud. The colours of the river at dawn--blue, mauve, purple, indigo, green--remind me of the lifestone and that night when the poison was driven out. The lifestone disappeared, it's work done. And Silvia's iron--the physical iron anyway--was also gone.

It was insane, but doable. Angandriel flew towards me while the giant prepared another swing. I waved at him frantically to go away. He gave me a sour look, but flew off. He continued to distract the swings away from me. I crept in as close as I dared. I lined up the shot and hit him in the eye again just as he was about to land a blow. The hammer fell from his hand as he held his eye. I darted towards it and picked it up in both hands. It was like holding a plastic toy full of air.

DANTE Silently, I eased the door open and peered into the room, spotting one of Orlando's men meticulously arranging the space. It appeared he had been reduced to a servant, a mere houseboy in Orlando's empire. Taking aim at his heart, I squeezed the trigger, the sound of the gunshot punctuating the air. The man crumpled onto the bed, his lifeblood staining the pristine white sheets. One adversary eliminated, leaving six more to confront. Stepping further into the room, Matteo, Tom, and John followed closely behind me, ready for the imminent confrontation. With a subtle nod from me, they dispersed, each armed with the determination to eradicate those despicable men.

Hadrian growled. “You know what to do if you want her to live.” Randall smirked. Hadrian snapped his fingers and a glowing circle appeared before them, Randall stepped into the circle holding onto Amaya. Hadrian's spell book floated next to him as his lips parted, the circle gleamed while Randall chuckled. Starting the spell, Aiden swiftly moved toward Randall, kicking him and snatching Amaya away. Randall moved toward him, but he seized his neck and snapped it. Aiden strode out of the woods with Amaya wrapped around his strong arms while Hadrian set Randall in flames. Hadrian's spell book dropped and he collapsed.

I was about to give the beast within me free rein but before I could do that,I heard arguments at the gate leading to the dungeons. I decided to pay it no mind because no intruder could come into my house. I was the most powerful Don for a reason. I continued on my mission of removing his fingers and listening to his cry of pain. It felt therapeutic. I heard the sound of boots clicking. I turned back to glance at the person who dared to interrupt what I thought of as my therapy session. I looked back only to see the most beautiful sight ever. This sight had no words to describe it. I looked back to see Adrianna,the soon to be Reyna of the Italian Mafia unbeknownst to her, strutting in dresse

Adryan is my HOME. THE END

I kept going as slow as I could, and he kept groaning. He groaned in anger as we heard a horn, and Damon's voice. “Slade, Riven's is back,” Damon said, and we both disengaged from each other. “And the package?” Slade asked. “Secured along with the rogue Soldiers," Damon said, and I arched my eyebrows. “Roque?” I asked as we walked out of the shelter. I tried not to look back, look back at the memories we just made. It will forward be plastered in my mind.

Brothers shouted, coughing, dragging bodies out into the yard. The stench of smoke and blood filled the air, thick and choking. And through the chaos, I saw Knox standing by the gate, a gun in his hand and a smirk on his face. Beside him, men I didn’t recognize, Reaper colors stitched into their cuts. My heart dropped. He turned just enough for me to see the glint in his eyes before walking away, vanishing into the smoke like the devil himself. “Knox!” I shouted, but my voice drowned in the roar of the fire.

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.