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A Tale of Silver and Roses novel

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Christmas With The Wolves
โดย: Webfic "S-Save me!" Roxanne ran desperately, pushing her body to its limits as she feared for her life. Her eyes darted across the vast woods, searching for the apparition she had seen before she took to her heels. Then she saw it, the thing which relentlessly pursued her. The shadow resembled something she had never seen before, a man, a beast, she had no idea. The only certainty she had left was the fact that it was after her. "Someone... Someone help me!" She cried. Her voice was lost in the large expanse of dried barks and wilted branches. The snowy field of thorns and the cold winds of winter seemed to swallow her entire being, almost like it choked her. Her breathing became uneven as she panted due to exhaustion, yet she couldn't stop running. Doing so would mean her end. As she dashed through the cold and snowy path, she could hear it getting closer. "Grrrrrrrrrrrr" The sound sent shivers down her spine. She willed herself with every fiber of her being not to look behind her for the fear of what she might see. She could feel it's gaze on her, she could hear the sound of it's growl. Roxanne could sense her pursuer's nearing proximity as she fled for her life. Many questions raced through her mind, but she didn't have the luxury to answer any of them. The only thing at the forefront of her mind was survival. ~ Coming to her grandma's in the woods for Christmas after an heated argument with her mom, Roxanne has never thought she would experience something like this. "Mine" The voice roared.
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Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love
โดย: Webfic all"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..."In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm.Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers.Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?"The city explodes with gossip.Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power—what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago.His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat,to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry.Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms.Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan,down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test.Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?"Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears,then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger."Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say...""Say what?"He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."
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