Morana Ambrose. As I walked back to my room after my conversation with Zane, a maid told me that she had shifted all my belongings to a new room. I thanked her and made my way to the new space. As I entered Hazel’s room, I noticed Hazel sitting on the bed, her usually bright eyes red and dull, a cl
Morana Ambrose. “I, Morana Ambrose, accept your re-” I started, but before I could finish, he crashed his lips to mine, silencing me.The kiss was intense, filled with all the emotions we had kept bottled up. It was desperate, passionate, and raw, making me forget everything for a moment. His hands
“Morana, this is Lilac,” Zane introduced us. “Lilac, this is Morana. Adrian has high hopes for her training.”Lilac extended her hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Morana. I’ve heard a lot about you. Are you ready to get started?”I shook her hand, feeling the firmness of her grip. “I am. Thank y
Morana Ambrose.I came back to my room. I needed to clear my mind, so I headed straight for the bathroom. The thought of a refreshing bath to soothe my tired muscles was incredibly inviting.As the water filled the tub, I undressed and stepped in, sinking into the comforting heat. The steam envelope
Morana Ambrose."What's going on?" I demanded, my voice steady despite the fear bubbling inside me.Elliot's smirk turned into a sinister grin. "It's nothing personal, Morana. Just some unfinished business."I glanced back at Hazel, hoping for an explanation, but her eyes were downcast, filled with
Adrian Blackthrone. I was sitting in my office going through my work when Rowan burst through the door, his eyes wide with panic.“Adrian, Morana and Hazel are missing,” he blurted out, his voice trembling with urgency.The words hit me like a physical blow, and I shot up from my seat, my heart pou
Trigger Warning!! Mature Content!! Abuse. Morana Ambrose. What day is it? Is it a day? Or night? Breathe. survive. Breathe. I kept telling myself. The stink of the dirty basement filled my nostrils, mingling with the fear that coiled in my gut like a snake ready to strike. I knew Elliot w
Morana Ambrose. Lying on the cold floor, every inch of my body throbbed with a relentless ache. I could barely move, each breath a struggle against the pain that radiates through my bruised and beaten body.Through half-lidded eyes, I stared at the wall, the room around me a blur of shadows and mut