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Three rules apply to Victoria Allison, which are: 1. Don't kiss a customer. 2. Do not sleep with a client. 3. Do not fall a client. Everything will be OK as long as wealthy alphas Steve Clifford respects these limitations. She must get the money somehow because her father is ailing and she has medical expenses to cover. After a final encounter, she makes her father a vow to leave, but she is then presented with a plan that might help her with at least some of her issues. Will she cave in and put her own ambitions on hold, or will she stick to her strict principles?
I am unable to accomplish it. I let the coffee burn my throat as I sipped it. "My last week will be next week."
Joy, my eight-year-old best buddy, gave me the worst puppy-dog eyes. Stupid, Victoria. Not even your two-week notice has been sent. I owe you money for the favor I did for you; isn't it time? She pleaded, snatching my hand and enclosing it in hers.
My tummy grumbled. She was talking about the escort job she secured for me. It was going to keep me from looking for a real job until I did. That didn't happen. In addition, as long as you ignore the fact that you spend your Friday nights with destitute, lonely men, the money is good and the clientele is fine. Whatever. At least I make a significant amount of money on the weekends rather than wasting it.
The biggest issue was the public's blatant dislike of what I do. Not that I was fucking these people, but nevertheless... People were continuously making snap judgments. Naturally, I stopped introducing myself as an escort and changed the conversation to a silly game of charades. But as I get older, the game itself is becoming stale. I'm sick of misleading everyone. How long can I go without acquiring a useful skill before my brain becomes numb?
Joy's predicament was worse than mine. Did she have to stay here forever? My brain was wracked for an answer. You ought to be the one quitting, right? For four effing years, you've been doing this. Why don't you try something different?
She scowled and gave me an insane look, as if I were crazy. "Like what?" you ask.
My train of thought stopped in its tracks. She brought me there. I also didn't know what to do with myself. With my dad's condition, I couldn't take a wage reduction to study something new because I needed the money. Food has to be placed on the table by someone. A girl had to make every effort to ensure the survival of her family. I turned my focus back to her. "Like, go to college."
Her stomach rose and fell as her shallow laughter shook her. Miss Prim asked, "Do you really think I want to attend university like you?"
My heart rate spiked. Prim? I kept my mouth shut. Considering what I do for a living, that was a compliment. What concerns you about attending college?
Joy dismissed the notion, saying, "I ain't smart enough for that." Victoria, I'm twenty-five. That seems a little advanced for college, don't you think?
I had been trying to get Joy to stop the escort nonsense and enroll in college with me for the past few months. She had, however, argued that she was too old and incompetent to enter and change. That wasn't it. The reason was that the money was simply too good. I stopped fumbling with my zipper and made another attempt to persuade her. "Aren't you more motivated now than you were at age 18? Simply climb inside and press the gas. On the other side, you'll be a better person.
My dad wasn't able to pay for my college education when I graduated from high school, so I turned to escorting as a way to make money to enroll in architecture school. I had a strategy. Earn money as an escort before getting my ass in class. I stayed longer than anticipated because Dad later became ill.
Her lips were moving, but I hadn't realized she was speaking. "You're ready to give up; I know that. But Victoria, I ask you, please. With me taking sick leave in the thick of everything, Rosalyn is already furious.
Joy decided to get a boob job on her own since she felt she didn't have enough going on "up top." She should have recovered in two to three weeks, but a month had passed and she was still recovering.
Rosalyn, our employer, was initially enthusiastic about the breast lift but had to find other girls to replace her when her crew shrank.
I said, my voice dripping with disgust, "I shouldn't have messed with mother nature."
Between her amber eyes was a line. Are you unwilling to assist a buddy who is in need?
My tummy grew sluggish. She was correct. Joy was often a pain in my rear, but she was a faithful friend, and I expected the same of her. I had a hard time letting go of my own aspirations in order to support her. "One more job won't kill me," I complained.
"Yay!" Joy wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me as she attempted to suffocate me. "I appreciate you doing this. It is significant.
I emphasized, raising my index finger in the air, "Just this one." "I'm finished now. Never again will I return.
For the first time during the entire chat, Joy's countenance brightened as she grinned and bobbed her head. "I'm aware, girl. And I'm happy that you selected a profession that is superior to this one.
My dad, who was anticipating my visit, crossed my mind as my ribcage constricted over my tummy. Last night, while I was wrapping up with a customer, paramedics transported him to the hospital with a heart issue. It was, fortunately, not serious for any of us. I had to admit that it wouldn't hurt to take on Joy's customer, and the money would be helpful. The hospital bills for my dad never stopped. I got up from the luxurious couch. "When do we meet with the client?"
Joy fumbled with the button on her pajamas. "Monday morning next week. He is arriving to resolve a conflict with the boss. Rosalyn will be informed that you will be taking over for me. Have you let her know you're leaving?
I forced the growing lump in my throat down. I was terrified about meeting the boss. It was improper to text or message her to tell her to stop. The fiery redhead was infamous for losing her temper and snapping when I first started working for her two years ago. I had never witnessed that because I always strived to do a good job at what I was doing. The day is Monday." I'll go Monday when he's there and talk to Rosalyn too. I'll throw one stone and get it done. She'll comprehend. It was an optimistic lie. Rosalyn's reaction was unknown to me, which frightened me.
Could she compel you to remain? Joy asked quietly.
As my heartbeat boomed through my chest, heat spread.
"Damn them!" I scream. I sense my inner wolf and thwart his advances, yet he continually emerges. Jon is just another prick who dared to approach him with that blasted needle. Ophelia has left. I start to crawl into the dirt, letting my wolf come out and my shift take over. I bolt. Behind me, a hundred paws are striking the ground. I experience bursts of fire and anguish, yet everything is consumed by wrath. I awakened to see the light rising over the hills ahead of me. I blearily eye the orange disk. Is it dawning on you? I haven't let my wolf get to me since I was eighteen. "Alpha," croaks Jon's voice. Sticking to his bare, perspiring flesh are the filthy muck and forest debris. His lower face is covered in stubble, with dark circles under his eyes from weariness. He appears just as bad as I do. Ophelia. She's gone from me.
At that very time, a powerful impulse to locate Ian and deliver my strongest blow to him struck me at three hundred miles per hour. Despite not knowing the answer myself, I lifted my little finger and wrapped it around Theo's, saying, "Pinky promise." "Silly," he chuckles. "That's supposed to be my line, you fucker," I say. "You and your beautiful, wide range of vocabulary," he continues. I inhale another of his sweet laughs, which fills the whole space. His laugh is so infectious that I can't help but chuckle too. I was well aware that it would be our final meal together until this wretched week was finally over.
"You ever brave enough to ask Emily out, wimp." I said back to Ivan. Mom clearly did not know about Ivan's liking toward Emily. She glared at Ivan and said "we'll talk about this later." "Good luck, she's angry you didn't tell her." I whispered to Ivan. He slightly pushed me, I laughed at him because his cheeks looked like a tomato. We reached the front of the Pack House. Everyone was lined up Alphabetically of their family name. Kat was still uneasy, she's been the most uneasy ever since I stepped out of the car. I still don't know what it is. Maybe She feels like danger is about to happen. How could any danger happen, we were a strong Pack. The Royal family was coming so that meant that we'd get help from them if a attack were to happen. Maybe I just really need to go on a run.
The werewolves had gained control of the earth long ago, and we humans had been reduced to their status as followers in the once-leading civilization. Although I was raised in this hierarchy, I still enjoy reading about the earlier eras when people were unaware of the species that now coexist peacefully with mankind. It seemed like a much better period to me and my father, who had inspired me to read. We humans were divided into packs at this point. My family was a member of the Crescent Moon pack for many generations, and just like the other humans, we were ranked lowest among the wolves in the group. entirely under the control of wolves. A similar set of laws was established by the government, although each pack had subtle variations based on the Alpha, the leader. Although it was claimed that we lacked a president or monarch to guide us all together, in a roundabout way, we did. The guy in charge of us all is none other than Alaricus Knight, also known as The Beast. Because of his immense power, no one would ever dare attempt to rebel against him. He was a recluse and was seldom seen. In my brief 17 years, I had never seen him myself. Even though the majority of people had never seen him, he had destroyed our lives because he had established a rule that could alter our course in life permanently. Werewolves have mates-soul mates, if you will-who they genuinely fall in love with at first sight or scent. Regardless of their relationship status, it is stated that a human can never deny a wolf their partner because a wolf cannot exist without their mate. It was said that the beast was close to 400 years old and had never had a partner. Nevertheless, he had destroyed everyone's life for something he had never even experienced. It was stated that he would never be able to have a partner since he was just too nasty and evil, and maybe that was true. Whoever could love the beast, after all?
Bianca's life takes a drastic turn when she's forced to work as a maid to the captivating mafia boss, Leonardo De Luca, to pay off her father's debt. As she navigates the intricate web of Leonardo's world, she's drawn into a complex dance of power, passion, and deception. Between serving coffee, attending college, and fighting off Leonardo's advances, Bianca must confront her own feelings and the reality of her situation. But as she becomes more entwined in the mafia's world, she realizes her heart is totally captivated. Will she find a way out, or forever be bound to the mafia?
What will occur after that, then? Not just one Alpha will follow me. Let me have two. I scream. I guess these individuals like to play poker with my life a lot. Alex said, "No one will come after you, Ava," and I slumped against the marble. Also, why is that? I queried. My eyebrows furrow as I gaze from Alex to Isadora and back to Alex. "Because once you do your job properly, there won't be any more Alphas," I say. I do, however, rely on Isadora to make things plain. "What does he mean?" I inquired about her. When she continues, "Once you deliver us the blue moonstone, we will harvest its power to immortalize Alex, and once that is done, we will destroy the stone, thereby destroying every Alpha in existence," her eyes turn silver and gleam forever.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .