Romans & histoires Sonia Nevermind

She has a perfect face and seductive body with fuller brẹasts and hips even as she was tall and slim-figured. "What's the treatment called?" I asked her, as I neared her and peered at her face. "Hypnosis, to make you forget about your past and whatever you did with Mallory," Sonia spoke with gritted teeth as she disliked her sister, but my wolf resurfaced with full force and grasped her soft, slender neck. "Don't ever say that to me again!" Noah growled, and Sonia shook with terror, but I immediately took control of myself and apologized to her. "I am sorry, Sonia. I didn't mean to attack you."

Every little piece of my old life hit me like a gut punch. If I hadn't agreed to spend Christmas at Gianna's, I'd still be in my bed, binging my favorite shows, snacking, and living my life how I wanted. Madelyn cried for what felt like forever before pulling herself together. Slowly, she packed my things into the boxes she'd brought. "Sienna, Mommy's here now." That was my real name: Sienna Sinclair. Her voice cracked as she added, "I spent twenty-six years looking for you. I never thought you'd be on the same plane as your sister..."

The tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the silent whispers of her heart. After Sonia's departure, Mateo slumped back in his chair, his mind filled with confusion and disbelief. The words Ariana had spoken to him about Sonia's feelings resurfaced, ringing true in his thoughts. "Sonia likes me," he whispered to himself in a tone laced with incredulity. "I can't believe this."

After Amy and I finalized our partnership, she flew to Northia to handle the opening of our herbal remedy lab. I, on the other hand, met with an experienced advisor from within the pack. Since Ryan and I were never officially marked as mates, a simple mate dissolution agreement was enough. When I saw the line "voluntarily forfeits all rights to territory and property inheritance", I didn't hesitate. I pressed my thumbprint firmly beneath it. Right as the stamp hit the page, Clare sent me a video.

His heart clenched painfully, before he covered his face and broke down, crying. It was all his fault. He was the unworthy one who'd failed as a father. … "Ms. Carrington, I'm the new assistant. My name's Hector Naylor." I was contemplating whether to proceed with a business deal in Mariott when a voice sounded above. I looked up to see a fresh-looking young man. I needed to visit Mariott to evaluate the partnership in person. If not for the deal, I would never want to set foot in that city again.

ELENA'S POV They say the silence after a tragedy is the loudest thing you’ll ever hear. Tonight, the tragedy wasn't the car in the canyon, it was the hollow, echoing stillness of the locker room after Noah Hale had just set fire to his own crown. Outside, the world was a riot—sirens, screaming fans, and the flash-fry of paparazzi cameras—but in here, under the flickering fluorescent light, there was only the sound of a man breaking.

I carried a small bouquet of fresh forget-me-nots. Reports eventually filtered through the grapevine. Nicholas Rossi had survived. The bullet had traced a catastrophic path, shearing through regions of the brain that housed memory, personality, will. He existed now in a husk of a body, breathing but unseeing, unthinking, a permanent resident of a twilight world with no exits. Victoria Castellano was gone. So was Vicki. I was simply Victoria Moretti. I sat on the terrace that evening, Caleb’s arm around me, watching the sun dissolve into the ocean. The past was a closed book, its final, violent page etched in a silence I no longer had to hear. The future was a wide, calm horizon.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

I raised a brow and said coolly, “Do I need to spell it out for you?” Jason stared intently at me, as though suppressing some complex cocktail of emotions. After a few seconds, he suddenly said in a low voice, “Don’t regret it later.” I smiled. “The only thing I regret is not seeing all of your true colors earlier.” My mother flew off the handle, jabbing a finger at me. “Nina Gordon, you disappoint us! Are you going to break ties with your family for something so trivial?!” My father was just as furious. “If you insist, then don’t blame us for doing the same. From today onward, you’re no longer our daughter!”