All Chapters of Feral Hearts: Luna Rising : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Back at Kimberly's cozy bedroom.She woke up to the warm rays of the morning sun peeking through the window, casting a golden glow over her room. She stretched her arms, feeling the softness of her bed, and smiled, expecting to find Nicholas by her side. But to her dismay, she was alone.She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and looked around her room. The silence was palpable, and she felt a pang of disappointment. Where was Nicholas? She thought they had shared a special moment last night, and she had assumed he would be there to wake up with her.Just as she was starting to worry, the door creaked open, and Nicholas walked in, carrying a tray with a steaming cup of coffee, a plate of toast, and a vase with a single red rose. Kimberly's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of him, his hair mussed, and his eyes sparkling with warmth."Good morning, beautiful," he said, his voice low and husky, as he set the tray down on her bedside table.Kimberly blushed, feeling a f

Nicholas marveled at the sight of Kimberly panting breathlessly as she reeled from the mind-blowing orgasm she had just had. “Are you okay?” He asked, a bit concerned although he knew she was, but also a bit amused. Kimberly flushed deeply. “Yes,” she gasped, digging her hands in her hair, her legs now relaxed on the bed. It then struck her that she was naked, and she shyly snatched his shirt that was at an arm’s length and quickly wore it over her head.Nicholas chuckled heartily. “What!?” She queried, embarrassed. “Nothing,” he laughed, “you amuse me.” Kimberly furrowed her brows in annoyance. “In a good way.” Nicholas added in his defense. “I like watching you, you make me happy.” He said and Kimberly couldn't help but smile warmly. If only he knew how happier she made him —she thought.The scent of squirt and the heat from the exotic foreplay still lingered in the atmosphere, but Nicholas knew it was time to clean up. He gently led Kimberly out of the bed and into the spacious

Sheila's return to Anavrin marked the beginning of her meticulous plan, with the Silversmith twins, Clark and Aaron, firmly in her crosshairs. Her vision board, a canvas of strategy and manipulation, had been carefully crafted, and now, she was ready to set her plan in motion.From the comfort of her vehicle, Sheila trailed the twins, her tinted glass and side mirror providing the perfect vantage point. She observed the duo's every move, her eyes scanning their interactions, body language, and behavior. The twins' seemingly innocuous stops at random places around town piqued Sheila's interest. They moved with a sense of purpose, as if searching for something or running an errand together.Her gaze lingered on the twins, her mind racing with possibilities. What were they searching for? Who were they meeting? The more she observed, the more questions she had. But Sheila was patient, knowing that the key to success lay in gathering intel and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.As S

The cool evening air enveloped Clark as he emerged from the pub, his eyes scanning the crowded street for any sign of Sheila. The neon lights of the nearby shops and restaurants cast a kaleidoscope of colors on the wet pavement, but Clark's gaze remained fixed on the dark-haired woman who had captivated his attention and left him hanging, reeling.He spotted her a short distance away, her dark hair standing out amidst the sea of people. With a determined stride, Clark set off after her, his long legs eating up the distance between them. As he approached her, he noticed the sleek black Lexus car she was standing beside, its polished surface reflecting the neon lights of the surrounding buildings. And Clark just had to know the girl's got money too."Wait, Violet!" Clark called out, using the name she had given him earlier. Sheila turned to face him, her eyes narrowing slightly as he approached. "Tell me more," Clark demanded, his voice low and urgent. Not only was he intrigued, he was

Sheila stood over the lifeless wolf, her chest heaving with exertion as she wiped the blood off her blade with a swift, economical motion. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face Clark who had pretended to know nothing, and Aaron who had suddenly appeared in the garage. The presence of the twins, her And the wolf made her remember one of their battles in the Lightwood's forest. And she hoped Aaron, the smarter and more observant brother, doesn't expect a thing. For if he does, everything is in shambles. But for now, her amulet was working perfectly."Who the fuck are you guys?" she exclaimed, her voice sharp with suspicion as possible. Aaron, his face still pale from his close call with the wolf, threw her question right back at her. "You tell us, who the fuck are you?" he shot back, his eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and hostility.Clark walked up to the duo, his eyes fixed on Sheila's face. "She knows a lot," he said, his voice low and even. "About werewolves, about Nich