Novels by Imet Dale

Caleb's scowl turned darker as he nursed a glass of whisky in his dark study. His thoughts dwelled on the woman who had seized his heart and seemed determined not to let go, even though she was currently unconscious. He felt like a fool for being so unsettled over a woman he should despise but no matter how hard he tried, Natalia was firmly entrenched in his head.He found himself lurking at her door like a stranger in his own home and each time, the sight of her pale face made the claws of guilt sink deeper into his heart.If only he had treated her right. If only he had not been so cruel and heartless. If only—.With a sound of disgust, Caleb restlessly jerked out of the chair and prowled to one of the huge floor-ceiling windows in the room, his thoughts as turbulent as the storm that threatened outside.The darkness of the sky was fitting to his mood and his lips twisted in a self-deprecating grimace. He had no one else to blame for his predicament.Suddenly, the door shoved open

Abigail sighed for the umpteenth time in ten minutes. With a loud groan, she dropped on her bed, bouncing a little as her hooded gaze swept around the room. "God! This place is worse than a darned tomb!" She mumbled under her breath, sliding a suspicious gaze at the door. She didn't trust anyone in this mansion and they all avoided her like a plague—including Caleb. Since her unannounced arrival in the mansion, Caleb had disappeared. There was simply no other word for it. No matter how hard she tried to get him to spend time with her, he never accepted her invitation. He was always either busy with work or in his wife's room. Even the maids in the household seemed to turn up missing whenever she needed them. There was this thinly-veiled dislike that seemed to be directed at her. Not that she cared though. Soon, she would become the mistress of the household, and then, no one would dare treat her like trash. She would finally have all that was due to her. She vowed silently, her ey

"Damn it!" Caleb cursed, hitting his palm against the tiled wall of his bathroom in frustration.The steam and hot water did nothing to ease his mind and the pressures of the past few days are starting to get to him.Sighing heavily, he shut off the water and stepped out into his room. It was a perfect reflection of his mood, the drawn dark curtains and heavy, brown furniture, mimicking his turbulent thoughts.He couldn't shake the guilt that ate at him since Natalia's body was pulled out of the water. It was that guilt that pushed him to keep pressing on her chest, desperately trying to resuscitate her.Now, that same feeling stuck to him like a second skin, like a weight on his shoulders he couldn't shake. He didn't even like his wife but he knew she didn't deserve to die just like that.He let out another heavy sigh as he quickly dressed up and stepped out to check on his wife. Her room was a sharp contrast to his- bright blue colours and open windows to let in air. The room looked

“Hello, ma’am,” the voice said in a low, barely audible voice. “Hello?” Abigail Sinclair answered cautiously, seated at the dressing table in her room and admiring her reflection in the mirror on the wall. “It’s me, ma’am. The maid,” the voice whispered. Abigail rolled her eyes in disgust at the sound of heavy breathing coming through the phone.“Yes, so?” She asked impatiently. These peasants can be annoying. Why was she identifying herself? Didn’t she know anyone could have hacked and traced the call? Abigail fought the urge to yell at her. She couldn’t afford to lose her cool because it would make the maid skittish. She had gone through so much trouble to gain her tenuous trust and get her to spy for her. Really, it was amazing what someone could achieve with money. “The miss, she is…” she trailed off. Abigail immediately sat upright, her beautiful face becoming twisted as she widened her eyes and held the table before her in a white-knuckled grip. “Yes? Speak, you silly gir

Caleb Kensington was in turmoil. His usually suave look was distorted, his curly, black hair ruffled by his long, strong fingers, and his shirt was untucked and half-unbuttoned.“If my wife could see me now, she would surely faint from shock,” he mused. “If only I knew where she was,” he muttered, dragging his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time that night.The past hour had been quite confusing when the alarm had sounded, drawing him out from the depths of his slumber just minutes after he had slept off after returning from work. Everyone had dashed around, thinking it was a break-in, but the guard’s thorough search had yielded nothing. There was no intruder in the house. Fury had swamped him at the thought that someone had played a prank on him.“Could it be that the false alarm had been to distract them from the true purpose?” He pondered, a thunderous scowl on his handsome, chiselled face, as a thought occurred to him.Where was his wife? Despite all the panic, Natalia ha

As Amelia lay on her tiny bed, she tried to distract herself from the evil thoughts that loomed. Immediately she heard footsteps approaching her room, she clutched her bed sheet tight in fear. It was worn out, and any single drag or strain could tear it. "Amelia!!!" her step-sister screamed from her doorpost. "Yes I'm here," Amelia answered, rushing towards her, hands and feet quivering in fright. She could feel her heart beat at an abnormal rate. "I want you to whip me up something good and tasty. The dinner you made was the worst I've ever eaten," she said. "Yes, I can," Amelia answered. "I wasn't asking for your permission or objection either. It's an order and I want it to be done with immediate effect," she said while stomping her feet. "Okay," Amelia quickly dashed into the kitchen in a confused state. Her step-sister didn't tell her what exactly she wanted to eat. "Something nice and sweet," Amelia said, murmuring to herself. She set out to prepare to rinse a pan. She

~Fate’s POV~I was holding onto consciousness by a thin thread. I was fighting a losing battle against the darkness that threatened to pull me under, to escape from the pain racking through my body. Through dazed eyes, I watched Alpha Xan stride through the crowd, straight toward me, his eyes a forbidding scowl.I dimly wondered if he was coming to save me and my foolish heart leapt in ill-placed joy. I had been avoiding him since the day I discovered that I now bore another person’s face instead of mine. I remembered how the shock had made me lose consciousness and the pack doctor had told me the Alpha brought me in.I had been terrified that I had revealed something incriminating while unconscious and had stayed as far away from his chambers as possible to avoid drawing his attention. Surprisingly, he had not called for me too and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would dismiss me for being inadequate in discharging my duties as his maid.Nonetheless, it would really be great to have

Alpha Xan's POV There was a lightness in my chest as I strolled to my room, eager to see my new maid. I've been trying to avoid thinking about the crazy attraction I felt towards her since the moment I laid my eyes on her innocent grey orbs. At that moment, I felt a tight fist squeeze my heart and an overwhelming urge to keep her close to me, to keep her safe. It was the first time in three years that another woman aside from my chosen mate snagged my attention. Melissa has been my focus ever since she agreed to be my chosen mate, and I'd never been tempted to lose focus. Until now. So, where did this ridiculous attraction come from? My little maid's innocence made me want to do dirty things to her. Ruthlessly, I squashed the erotic images that immediately came to mind and took a deep calming breath. This was not the time to think about the way I'd love to use my maid's mouth, no matter how pretty she was. A lot was at stake and now more than ever, I needed to be in control

Fate's POV The rich timbre of his deep voice sent shivers down my spine. But I was put on my guard by his disgusted tone. “Yes, Alpha?” I replied with my head even more bowed. At this rate, I would be kissing his feet if I bowed any further. “Who are you?” He asked arrogantly. I quickly thanked the Goddess that Briella had said my name earlier. Otherwise, I would have been in a pot of trouble. “My name is Fate, Alpha,” I said quietly, wishing he would move on already. “Raise your head when I’m speaking to you, wolf!” He growled suddenly. My body quaked in fear at the thought of him knowing I was not a pack member and that he would hurt me just like my father did. I slowly raised my head to look at the ugly demon before me, and my jaw dropped in shock. Holy smokes! This Alpha is the most handsome man I have ever seen! Or he would be if he wasn’t glaring at me with so much contempt. His shoulder-length, tousled, raven-black hair framed a rugged, handsome face with a strong j

In a realm beyond the werewolf world, there lies a celestial garden, a place of unimaginable beauty. Waterfalls with crystal pure water and silvery swirls that shone like stardust tumbled from cliffs in the moonlight. The air was sweet-smelling from the enchanting fragrances released by brightly coloured flowers. Above this garden is the Moon Goddess’s palace, where she sits to oversee the affairs of the werewolf world and judge the souls of dead werewolves that slowly drifted along on the Golden Thread of Souls. A few souls were bright and pure with some darkness, but most were purely dark and glittery. The pure souls were destined for the pearly gates, while the dark ones would go to the Underworld. The Moon Goddess is a creature of exquisite beauty with beautiful, silver, flowing hair that glistens like moonbeams. Her pale blue eyes are deep and mysterious and can captivate the beholder. She radiates a strong celestial aura with a serene, gentle smile and otherworldly elegance.

Ruby's POV The ceremonial hall was beautifully decorated in red and white drapes. Each table had lovely arrangements of rose flowers. I couldn't help but stare! Of course, I also had to ignore the hostile stares of my pack members. This was hard as their gazes seemed to burn holes into my bruised skin. I ignored them and slinked in, spying my name beside my parents' seat. For a moment, I considered switching seats with someone, but that would mean I'd have to sit with a pack member, and I didn't want to. Someone bumped into me on my way to my seat. It was Melissa Parker, Dominic's younger sister. I rolled my eyes at her childish antics as she stood before me, arms akimbo. Melissa had disliked me since we were little children, and it became worse after Ryan's death. You see, she really liked Ryan, my little brother, and hated me for taking him away from her. I ignored her too and continued towards my seat. Thankfully, I got there without any other accidents and sat on the chair

Ruby’s POV (Six years ago) A burning pain on my cheek jerked me awake. “Argh!” I screamed, rubbing my cheek to reduce the pain. “You are still asleep by this time?” my mother shrieked, glaring down at me on my ratty bed. “You seem to have forgotten your place in this pack, you murderer!” “I’m sorry, mother.” “I was only too tired from having to do all the pack chores yest-” I tried to explain, but my mother cut me off with another resounding slap. "Thwack!" “You should be grateful we even allowed you to live after killing your brother,” she said, sneering at the tears dripping down my face. “What is going on here?” my father’s voice came from the narrow doorway. “What has this silly girl done again?” “Can you imagine that she’s yet to start her chores for the day? I met her here, sleeping like an innocent baby!” Mother said, pointing an accusing finger at me. “At past 5 a.m.? How dare you?!" Father thundered, striding angrily into the room. I shrank back on my bed as m