Novels by M.L Swift

At 9am, I received a call from Dany. Or one to be known as lady Dana Serpentine. She wanted to call me out for coffee. I enthusiastically agreed.The soft chime of the coffee shop's doorbell signaled my entrance, and I scanned the room until I spotted Dana Serpentine. Her smile was warm, welcoming, and I couldn't help but reciprocate as I approached her table."Dany," I exclaimed, giving her a light hug.She returned the embrace graciously. "Melissa, so glad you could make it. I hope you've been settling in well."I nodded, taking a seat across from her. "As well as one can, considering the circumstances."Dana chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "Oh I absolutely knows the Andersons. But it's good to see you out and about. We all need a break from the craziness every now and then."As we settled into conversation, I noticed the presence of two more figures beside Dana – Ramiel and little Seraphina. "Melissa, I'd like you to meet my kid brother and sister, again with proper introduction – R

The early morning sun had barely begun to paint the sky with hues of orange and pink when Killian's phone rang, jolting us awake from the cozy cocoon of our shared dreams. As he answered the call, the urgency in his voice mirrored the sudden shift in the atmosphere."Richard," Killian called out, glancing at me with a furrowed brow. "Duty calls. Dad needs me. Get ready, Mellisa."I groggily got out of bed, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Richard, Killian's loyal beta and confidant, stood by the door ready for whatever lay ahead. There was a weight to the air, a heaviness that hung like a storm waiting to unleash its fury.We made our way to the family meeting, a place I had only heard about in hushed conversations and somber tones. I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine.We entered the room, the dark wood-panelled walls seemed to close in on us. At the center, George Anderson, the patriarch, stood."Killian," George's voice trembled as he spoke, "sit down. We

I gazed at Killian, who was nursing his wounded pride with a generous swig of whiskey. The glass emptied in one go, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his dramatic display of defiance. He looked like a scolded little puppy, eyes cast down, lips pursed in a pout that somehow managed to be both endearing and comical."You look sad," I teased, leaning against the nearest wall.Killian shot me a side-eyed glance, a mix of irritation and resignation in his ashy eyes. "You think I'm a sore loser, don't you?"I let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over my heart. "I never said such thing."He huffed, a small smile playing on his lips. "But I think so."I couldn't argue with that assessment. So I leaned closer. "You know, Killian, there's a way to find out if you're truly a sore loser or not."His eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "And what might that be?"I grinned, grabbing his hand and examining his palm with exaggerated seriousness. "Palm reading, my dear. Your fate lies in the l

George's gaze narrowed on Killian, and without warning, a whip lashed through the air. Instinctively, Killian shielded his back, sparing me from the intended strike. The crack of the whip echoed in the silence, leaving an eerie aftermath.My eyes widened in shock, and I couldn't suppress a gasp. What the hell is going on here?Killian shot me a quick glance, silently urging me to stay composed. He knew I wasn't accustomed to the hierarchy.George, continued with a stern expression. "Killian, your recent actions have consequences."I couldn't fathom what actions they were referring to."Why don't you enlighten us on what these 'actions' are?" I retorted, my frustration seeping into my words.George turned his gaze toward me, his eyes narrowing. "This is pack business, not for outsiders to interfere."Outsider? That stung. I may not have been born into this world, but I had chosen to stand by Killian's side.Killian spoke up, "Father, she is my wife. Anything that concerns me concerns

The crowd's attention shifted from the bullied girl to our confrontation, and whispers of anticipation spread like wildfire. Killian, realizing that this was a storm he couldn't control, opted for a supportive stance, ready to back me up if needed.I continued, my voice steady but loaded with a sarcasm that could cut through steel. "And let's not even get started on your definition of beauty. If I were you, I'd worry less about appearances and more about the state of your character. It seems to be suffering from a severe lack of decency."As Killian and I stood our ground, facing off against the mean-spirited teenagers who had targeted the little girl with Down syndrome, Killian leaned in and whispered a quick briefing in my ear."House Frank, these guys are the richest gold and oil traders in the country," he murmured, his expression serious. Just as I processed this new piece of information, a woman in her 30s, presumably Colette Frank as Killian had told me, stepped forward. Her d

A murmur rippled through the crowd as everyone exchanged curious glances. What could George be referring to? And who were these troublemakers he spoke of?"I want to make it clear," George continued, his voice firm, "that such behavior will not be tolerated."George continued his speech without mentioning Killian, leaving a conspicuous void in his narrative. My eyes narrowed as I exchanged a perplexed look with Killian. Something was amiss.The blonde-haired guy, radiating smugness, locked onto Killian, and a derisive smirk played on his lips. It was clear he took pleasure from George's speech.I leaned towards Killian and whispered, "Who's that guy, and why does he look like he just won the lottery of pettiness?""That's Damien."I raised an eyebrow. "Damien? I’ve never heard you speaking of him."Killian shook his head. George concluded his speech, the room erupted into applause. Killian and I stepped out of the great hall, Killian seemed disappointed. Of course. The night air was