Novels by A. B

Alesha Stokes — Murder? I took a deep breath, trying to calm the boiling blood in my veins. I needed to get a grip. This was my chance to get closer to him, to learn more about him… But if I kept acting like this, I’d lose everything before I even got started. I straightened my posture, smoothing the folds of my dress with trembling fingers. I had to stick to the plan. I had to be smart. But damn it… why did everything always have to go wrong for me? I forced myself to focus on my work, but the sound of the door opening and closing along with the movement of the servants who kept coming and going was distracting me. When I turned around angrily, I saw the guard from before approaching.What did he want with me now? At the sight of him, the servants began to leave one by one, as if the mere scent of trouble had scared them off. Only two remained in the kitchen, but they were too busy whispering to each other, casting sideways glances in my direction. My body tensed as the g

Alesha Stokes — Step 04 — "Keep Control Of The Situation... If You Can" The air around me felt heavy. My heart pounded in my chest, yet I could barely breathe. He… is right behind me. I could feel his presence—suffocating, overwhelming. My hands trembled slightly as I kept my eyes locked on the lord in front of me. Unlike me, he reacted instantly. The moment he saw the Supreme Alpha, his body shrank. He lowered his head in a rush, almost like an instinct for survival. “I-I'm sorry… Y-Your Grace…” His voice wavered, and he swallowed hard before continuing. “It’s not what it looked like! I was merely complimenting… the service… The entire kingdom knows your servants are the best…” I wanted to believe that was enough to end the matter. But it wasn’t. The Supreme Alpha didn’t respond. The chatter in the hall died instantly. I could feel the weight of countless eyes on us. The lord before me looked on the verge of collapse. His ragged breathing and restless finger

Anabelle Mixon – An intruder in my plans? The night was perfect. Every detail of the Winter Ball had been meticulously planned to impress. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, music echoed softly through the air, and the scent of expensive wine mingled with the sweet fragrance of flowers arranged in every corner of the grand hall. But honestly? None of it mattered to me. The only reason I was here, dressed like a true goddess, was him. The Supreme Alpha. With each passing year, my patience grew thinner. Ever since I could remember, he was all I ever wanted. He was my goal. My destiny. Yet, he had always kept me at a distance. Since childhood, I had done everything to stay close to him. I followed him through the palace corridors, watched his training sessions, tried to invite him on outings… But he never looked at me the way I wanted him to. Never. And now that I was a woman, there were no more excuses. No man had ever resisted my charms, my allur

Alesha Stokes — In Trouble?Nervousness gnawed at my chest. The words echoed through the kitchen, and my heart pounded so hard I could feel the pulse in my throat. "Come on, girls!" The housekeeper’s sharp voice rang out, making me flinch. "I don’t want anyone standing around. The Supreme Alpha has already been announced, and the party has started. Don’t embarrass me!" My hands tightened around the tray.I shouldn’t be here. I don’t belong in this place. The golden lights of the hall shone through the slightly open door, and the murmur of sophisticated voices blended with the refined music filling the air. I didn’t know how to act like them. I didn’t know how to walk, how to talk, how to avoid suspicious stares. All I knew was how to survive, how to hunt, how to hide. And now, surrounded by servants who seemed perfectly at ease in this world, I felt completely out of place. What if I dropped something? What if they looked at me and saw that I wasn’t one of them? My breat

Alesha Stokes — Step 2: Trying? Surviving the Winter BallI stared at myself in the mirror for a few seconds, feeling a slight discomfort as I met my own gaze. I looked… beautiful. Not in the way I used to be before everything fell apart, but in a way I hardly recognized anymore. The dress fit well, my skin looked softer after washing my face and applying some blush and lipstick, and my eyes—no matter how dark—still held a different kind of golden shimmer. I took a deep breath, pressing the necklace Marilyn had given me against my chest, still trying to get used to it all.After adjusting my hair one last time, I stepped out of the room and headed toward the kitchen, where the real work for the day would begin. As soon as I walked in, I felt the weight of their stares. It wasn’t new, but this time, the attention was different. A few whispers broke out, and one of the guards looked me up and down before stepping closer, a slow, interested smile tugging at his lips. "Are you

Alesha Stokes — Step 2: Surviving the Winter BallI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, he came back. That body—sculpted as if the gods themselves had carved every inch. Warm, damp skin under the dim light, long dark hair cascading over broad shoulders. And those eyes… Those damn red eyes that looked like they were devouring every piece of me. I woke up multiple times throughout the night, breathing heavily, trying to push away the images that haunted me. But it was useless. My body was still burning, and the sensation of being so close to that man lingered on my skin. As the morning light crept into the room, I sat up in bed, rubbed my face, and gave myself a few light slaps to shake off any lingering drowsiness. "Alright… Enough of this."Today was the ball. The highly anticipated Winter Ball, where kings, alphas, and the elite gathered to flaunt their power and influence. But more than that, today was the day I would find out the truth. If the man in the bath