Killian's P.O.V I should have been over the gut-wrenching feeling that settled in my stomach whenever I approached my family crypt where my father lay. The more time that passed, the more secrets I learned about my parents. Every secret I learned about them made me hate them a bit more. Joselin s
I was stunned as she let the side of her head rest against my chest, and I tightened my hold on her. "Sometimes it takes people a long time to accept the love they are offered. It took me months to finally let myself care for and be cared for by Natalie." "Yes," Joselin agreed, but she looked at me
Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Beast and The Blessed! Don’t worry! Natalie and Killian’s story is not over yet! You’ve reached the end of Part One, but Part Two: The Warrior and The Witch is going to be uploaded in THIS book (so keep this book in your library for chapter updates). Killian
Joselin's P.O.V. 11 years old Everything hurt. The throbbing in my head forced a whimper from my lips, and the cold night air made me shiver as it grazed over my body. I had never fallen asleep with my window open before. My parents would have killed me if they knew I had managed to pry the nails
My limbs pulled and jerked against their restraints as I frantically tried to get to my parents and away from the women surrounding me. "Mommy!" I didn't understand why I was being punished. "I followed the rules! Mommy, I followed the rules!" I screamed as the stranger dug the tip of the blade in
It was a mistake as my mother flinched back against my dad's side, and he quickly drew his gun from his waistband. The barrel was pointed at me, and I stopped, confused. "Daddy? Mommy?" My voice trembled as the cold night air hit my wet skin, and I glanced down to see my pale body covered in blood.
Joselin's P.O.V. - Present Day One had to be a special kind of stupid to let their ignorance feed their fear. Yet, as I stepped into the pub, the room fell silent. Bodies shifted, and multiple people began collecting their belongings to make a quick escape. Only one person in the building should h
He raised his eyebrow, silently asking me to explain. But even thinking the words make a ball form in my throat. How did I tell him that the horror I had experienced as a child may have happened again to someone else? How do I tell him what I had seen in the mountains the night before the war? I pu