Author: Kloudagent

Not the tears. Not the desperation carved into her small, dirt-smudged face. Just the stubborn grip of

"I don't want anything," he said. Clara nodded, as if that were a perfectly reasonable

Black iron, easily fifteen feet tall, topped with curled finials sharp enough to catch light like drawn blades.

La niña rota en el suelo —¡Seguridad, saquen a esa niña de aquí! El grito de la gerente rasgó el ambiente

Nobody except one person. "Security! Remove that child immediately!" The manager'

Las manos no dejaban de temblarle. El corazón le golpeaba el pecho con tanta fuerza que dolía.

Her hands wouldn't stop trembling. Her heart slammed against her ribs like something trying to escape.

Permaneció quieto mientras el techo de su mansión de Nashville se volvía a enfocar lentamente sobre él

He lay still, blinking at the ceiling, aware of something cool and wet drying on his skin. Aware of two

Una orden silenciosa. Un solo dedo levantado de la matriarca, y el apuesto heredero tomó su decisión