Then, almost as if he had realized something, he smiled, a smile that did not quite reach his eyes. "It's a private restaurant and we can go there separately if you would prefer," he said, closing up the file. For a moment, I thought he might say more. Something daring, something to suggest that he did not only want to take me out to dinner. But he did not. Instead, he just nodded, his expression uncatchable, and turned back to the view outside the window again. It was then that I realized I had not said a word. And neither had I left. "Okay, you can take me out to dinner."
Angela's POV They say I am too beautiful. That my mere presence is a temptation too great for any man to resist, and in some ways, I've found that it is true. When I step into a room, all eyes follow me whether they want to or not. Men, and sometimes women too, approach with that same look in their eyes. The bold ones, those without fear, tell me openly how they would do anything to make me theirs, like I am some kind of prize to be won.
The shy ones, the ones who cannot quite find their voice, stumble on words pleading for a chance, as if a chance with me is something they cannot quite fathom. But a chance at what? To possess me, to claim me, to own me. It is never anything new; it is just the way of the world for someone like me. But I never imagined that Mr. Walde would be one of those people. Mr. Walde is my father's best friend, a man whose name I have been used to for as long as I can remember, long before he became the governor of this city and my father, his ever loyal aide-de-camp. He's been some sort of a figure in my life, but always just that... a figure. A distant presence. But then he visited our home a few months ago, and like all the others, he could not help but sing my praises, commenting on my beauty, remarking how I managed to outshine the sun itself, even in my father's presence. He was just another man swept up by my looks, or so I thought. The first time we were alone together, truly alone, was not in the privacy of a six star hotel room or the solitude of a private restaurant or beach, no, it was in the middle of a crowded, bustling city hall, just after one of his meetings. The kind where my father was supposed to be present, but had been called away on some urgent business trip. It was on a Friday afternoon, that much I remember clearly, the kind when everyone was too busy to notice what was really happening under their noses. My father had asked me to bring a file to Mr. Walde, an important one he had left behind in his office at home before leaving, one that contained details about an ongoing project the governor had to approve. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just another one of those "father's errands" or so I thought. I walked into the large, glass-walled conference room where the meeting had just wrapped up. A handful of aides and city officials were still milling around, exchanging pleasantries, but the room was already losing the formality that had defined the hours before. It was then that I saw him, Mr. Walde, standing by the windows, his back to me as he looked out over the city, hands clasped behind him. His figure was strong, commanding, and as much as I wanted to keep my distance, something about him anchored my attention. I stepped into the room, trying to be unnoticed, but I could feel his eyes on me before I even said a word. "Angela." His voice was rich, smooth and deep. He turned slowly, his gaze settling on me in a way that made my heart skip. "I didn't expect you to be here. Is everything alright?" I held up the file as if it was a defense mechanism against his lack of expectation. "My father... he left this for you. He had to leave in a hurry." He flashed me a boyish grin even though he should be at least in his fifties. "Ah, yes, of course. I was expecting him." As he reached out for the file, his fingers brushed against mine, a brief, electric contact that made my body go limp. His hand lingered for a split second longer than necessary, and I swore I saw something flicker in his eyes, desire, just as I have come to see it in the eyes of many before him. "Thank you, Angela," he said, trying not to look so bedazzled. "It's a pleasure to see you." He dropped the file on the edge of the table as he flipped it open, pretending to study the contents. But I could see his attention was divided, half on the papers, half on me. I should have turned and left that minute. But the way Mr. Walde stood there, alone in the room with me, looking at me with a sort of intensity I could not quite place made it impossible to move. Impossible to even look away. "I would love to take you out for dinner," he said suddenly, breaking the silence between us. It was not a question. It was a statement. I did not answer right away. What could I say? That I was not interested? That I was not sure my father would like the idea of us going to dinner alone? Or that I am afraid of what people would say if we were seen together? What if I wake up and I am all over the morning headlines? The words caught in my throat. All I could do was stand there, heart racing, feeling the weight of his gaze as he awaited my reply. Then, almost as if he had realized something, he smiled, a smile that did not quite reach his eyes. "It's a private restaurant and we can go there separately if you would prefer," he said, closing up the file. For a moment, I thought he might say more. Something daring, something to suggest that he did not only want to take me out to dinner. But he did not. Instead, he just nodded, his expression uncatchable, and turned back to the view outside the window again. It was then that I realized I had not said a word. And neither had I left. "Okay, you can take me out to dinner."
“I'm beautiful, I'm wanted”, she whispers through her tears, countering her father’s words in her head. “You’re the reason why my life is the way it is, the reason for my suffering and poverty. You're a wicked child.” Rojo’s voice echoed again in her head like when one stands and shouts into a dark tunnel with sounds ricocheting off the tunnel walls.“I'm the architect of my life and no one else’s, my other names are solace and wealth. Not suffering” — she swiped angrily at her tears, — “or poverty. But solace and wealth and I am a beautiful child.”
"MATE!" Marion screamed excitedly. "Oh my gosh, Jimmy is our mate!" I was excited; happy even that this was the grande present the moon goddess had in store for me. This out- of- a- fairytale concept that was about to turn my life around for good but--- "I Jimmy Flicher of the Night gazer pack hereby reject you, Anna Jenson as my mate" My dream, my hopes were all shattered in that moment there and then. The moment of shock only lasted for just a short while before I felt a great and unbearable. Clenching to my chest as I slowly fell to the ground, I watched as jimmy turned away from me without unfeeling, leaving me alone by the doorstep. I gasped as I struggled to make my way back to father but it was to no avail. I'd given up all will to struggle back to my feet and remain on the ground but a loud sound; like a Vaseline crashing to the ground behind me jolted me up. On getting to my feet and looking back, I saw father on the floor. Adding two and two together, I knew he must have seen Jimmy reject me and that had caused him to pass out. I'd immediately rushed over to his side, shaking him fervently, imagining the worst. "Father! Father, wake up!" But he didn't budge and with that, I was left with no choice than to call the ambulance which brings me to how I got to this hospital. Today was my birthday, the day Jimmy rejected me, the day father passed out from shock, the day I would never forget in my life.
Jax I called out quickly rushed over to him. Jax, are you okay?. I brushed his hair away from his face. His beautiful eyes were deep red and he was covered in sweat. A...Aurora.He called my name in a whisper " You're here?. He said, fear evident in his voice. Of course I am. What the hell happened to you? Did you get into a fight? Are you hurt?. I questioned. My blood boiled at the thought of someone hurting him. If there was then I would snap all bones out of the culprit’s body. He shook his head. It's none of those things. He grabbed my waist, burying his face in my stomach. Then what was it?.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
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. .