Forgotten Phoenix の小説・ストーリー

Phoenix was disappointed as she watched Omarion's car drive off. There was nothing she could do. He seemed to be in a hurry and doesn't even remember her at all. " How could he just forget me after a single night that almost made him crazy. I'll surely get him" Phoenix sucked her lower lips. She turned around and hurried to her apartment to inform Isis. As soon as she got to the door, she pushed it and left it barely closed rushing to Isis who was on the couch.

The absolute malice was almost smothering. Trembling from the effects of her encounter with the intense emotions, MIra stepped away from the ruins. Remembering something else, she gasped and put her hand over her mouth and gazed at the ruins in a new light. A strange, soul-deep sorrow overtook her and she began to mourn. For what, she couldn't really say. But she felt the sorrow in the depths of her soul. Then she realized. Soulmates had died here. Together. It was the sorrow that she had felt. The beast of the castle had lost his love in a final battle and his grief had caused his death. What that beast had been was unknown to her and she was intrigued with the idea that a race of something

The grandfather clock in the grand hallway of the Silvercrest packhouse struck midnight, its heavy, rhythmic ticks echoing like a countdown through the silent room. Evelyn Vance sat perfectly still on the edge of the leather armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The silver band on her left ring finger felt exceptionally heavy tonight, cold against her skin. Three years. For exactly one thousand and ninety-five days, she had worn that ring, and for those exact same days, she had been a ghost in her own home.

I still remember my father’s growl as he fought to protect them, and then the silence that followed. Days later, Alpha Cedric and some of his warriors found me after I had wandered into their territory. I thought he had saved me, but fate had other plans. They have no idea that I am also of an Alpha bloodline because the last words of my mother to me were to live and never speak of my origin to anyone, and for that very reason, I stayed silent. Tomorrow was my eighteenth birthday, and if the Moon Goddess were merciful, she would give me the perfect mate who would finally claim me and take me out of this pack but if I didn't find him, I made up my mind to go rogue rather than dying slowly beh

If Zoe was his daughter— Then the world he’d built—one of steel, control, legacy—was about to be torn open by a secret with dimples and a purple backpack. He looked back at the photo one last time. And for the first time in years, Dimitri Volkov didn’t know what the hell to do next.

His joy that night came from something entirely different and unrelated to them. The woman he truly loved, Sophia Hadley, had finally returned. Six years ago, James and Sophia had been deeply in love. However, Sophia had abruptly left. While chasing after her, James got into an accident and lost the ability to walk. Naomi had been his personal assistant at the time. She stayed by his side day and night. She endured his mood swings, encouraged him, and helped him through rehab. The day he stood up again, joy clouded his mind. In his drunken haze, he mistook her for Sophia and made love to her through the night.