All Novel Sweet
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Naya was in the room. as she stared out the window. She spoke to her sister who suggested they stay back at Shadowvale to start a new life.
There was nowhere to go back to after all. Shadowvale was their new home
The reality of her new life in Shadowvale was sinking in, each passing moment a reminder of the shattered world she’d left behind.
Outside the window, the sky was turning a deep shade of indigo, casting long shadows across the land.
Naya watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, her heart heavy with the weight of her new reality.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Shadowvale was her home now, whether she liked it or not.
She thought about her conversation with Zara, about the possibility of starting over in this place that was filled with both hope and darkness.
She was lost in her thoughts when the door opened and Rhys walked in.
She turned instantly as their eyes met.
“Why are you not asleep yet?” He asked as it was already night.
“Because I was not feeling sleepy” she shrugged her shoulders.
“Why are you not asleep yet?” He asked as it was already night.
“Because I was not feeling sleepy” she shrugged her shoulders.
The tension between them was palpable, the atmosphere thick with unsaid words and emotions swirling like a storm.
“You should sleep,” Rhys said, his voice low and commanding. “The night is young, but tomorrow we have a lot to discuss.”
Naya bit her lower lip, the fear of what that discussion might entail racing through her mind.
“What do you want to discuss?” she asked, her voice quavering despite her best efforts to remain calm.
Rhys’ eyes narrowed, a flicker of something dark and dangerous dancing in their depths. “You will find out soon enough”
“I wanted to tell you something too..” she muttered nervously.
“I like you and I felt very jealous seeing you with that maid” she blurted out nervously.
Naya’s admission hung in the air like a fragile bubble, waiting to be popped by Rhys’ words or actions. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she watched him, waiting for a reaction.
To her surprise, Rhys didn’t look shocked or surprised. Instead, a slow, knowing smile curved his lips, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “Jealous?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of challenge.
“Well, it’s about time you confessed minx” he smirked as he took a step closer to her and then slowly pressed his lips on hers.
Naya’s breath caught in her throat as Rhys closed the distance between them, his lips pressing against hers with a sudden, intoxicating heat.
It was a kiss that swept her away like a raging tide, pulling her deeper into the tempestuous sea of their strange, forbidden attraction.
His hands slid to her waist, holding her against him with a possessive grip that made her heart skip a beat.
The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, caught in a moment of raw, animalistic desire.
“I want you to be mine, minx. All of you” he mumbled in between the kisses.
Naya shivered as Rhys’ words sent a wave of heat through her body. “All of me?” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as she melted into his embrace.
His lips trailed along her jawline, his voice low and dangerous. “Every inch, every breath,” he whispered, his hands roaming over her body like he was staking his claim.
“I will have you, body and soul. And you will give yourself to me, willingly, completely.”
Naya trembled, a desperate hunger surging within her.
“Okay,” she muttered as he kissed her again.
The word “okay” was like a match to Tinder, igniting the already smoldering embers of their desire into an inferno.
Rhys deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming her with a primal hunger.
Naya’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she surrendered to the passion sweeping through her body.
She could feel him harden against her, his desire a tangible force between them.
His lips moved to her neck, nipping and sucking as he trailed a path of heat and need down her body.
He planted a kiss on her lips yet again as he placed her head on his chest, patting her.
“Sleep minx” he whispered to her ears. It was a new chapter for them.
Naya drifted off to sleep, cocooned in Rhys’ embrace, her body humming with the heat of their passion.
Her dreams were filled with swirling images of blood and fire, of wolves howling and vampires hunting under a moonlit sky.
But in the center of it all, a single image emerged, clear as day: Rhys’ face, his lips curved in that wicked smirk, his eyes burning with an intensity that was both dangerous and alluring.