Alpha Ryan

Emara Stone*Tick**Tock**Tick**Tock*It’s been seven minutes and twenty-seven seconds since I have started analyzing the syllabus, planning from where to start traversing through this evil labyrinth book, ‘Introduction to Java’.But I don't want to be introduced to Java.I shake my head and focus on my motivation note in front of my study table,Clear this semesterGet a jobGet a boob-jobI close my eyes and take deep breaths to calm my mind.. Inhale... Exhale... Enter... Exit... After a few seconds of deep meditation, I throw my books, notes, pens off the desk as I feel no inner spiritual powers kicking in."Fuck this shit." I kick the table and abruptly stand up as hardcore frustration builds on me. Suddenly I sensed a rich aroma surrounding me, I couldn't help but take a few sniffs in the air. *Sniff* *Sniff*Pancakes.My tiny legs walk fast in a flash as the smell gets engulfed in my head and my taste buds leak saliva in my mouth. As soon as I enter the kitchen, I witness a

Emara StoneDamison Groups of Work.Vacancies: 8 Education: Engineering in IT field or MBA in Finance & Management (Preference given to the higher degree)Perfecto.Ethan has a degree with a high GPA and A1 grade overall. I can borrow his degree to get a high-paying job. We are twins and some of our features are identical except his toned muscles, as I look quite skinny in front of him.As for now, I have to focus on making money and being independent. Also, he is on a vacation, he will never come to know that I used his degree or identity. And even if he did, he can forgive his one minute late little sister, right?But his ID says, Male.I just wish I had a twin sister. It would be easy to fake her. I would have gone on dates with her boyfriend and both might have never come to know about it.Hmmm… Thank God I don't have a twin sister. She would have taken my boyfriend and I would have never come to know about it.I look at Ethan's pictures hanging in our living room. My eyebrows ri

Emara StoneHuge!!The building, doors, the ceiling. Everything is massive. People walk around looking like runway models in suits with files in their hands and phones in between their head and shoulder. Honestly, I feel like a lost puppy in this big company."To where, sir?" A middle-aged man politely asks me. I look at him and the first thing that I notice is his faded red color highlight in the front of his brown hair. Fashionable!"I am here for an interview. I am looking for a reception. Which floor?" I look him in the eyes and speak with confidence, just like how one male talks to another.The liftman looks at me as if I pronounced his name wrong. He gives me a stare of a long five seconds. I stare back. Not willing to lose this staring competition.After a few seconds, which felt like weeks, he said, "It’s right there, sir." Pointing to my left.Oh! Of Course, receptions are always on the ground floor. Stupid brain.I follow the angle of his finger and see a large C shape tabl

Emara StoneThe very next day.The seventh-floor conference room is massive, like two basketball courts in one. Rather than a small session, it looks like a press conference. Reporters and media people hurriedly run around like sheep, along with their cameras and mics. I sit in the last row beside the gate as I don't want to catch anybody's attention.Just gonna watch the show."Is this seat taken?" I look towards the voice's owner. Ah! That receptionist. Her lipstick is out of her lips today as well."Please, be my neighbor." I reply graciously and she blushes in return. This bitch. I mentally roll my eyes as she bates her long fake eyelashes at me."You are very sweet, Ethan. By the way, my name is Rita." She says while sliding on her chair.I didn't even ask her name. All I want to do is take out the handkerchief from my pocket and wipe her lipstick off her face. It is really irritating me."Rita, I think we will be good friends." I smirk. Yes! Friendzone her."Rita, why are you s

Alpha Ryan DamisonDakota, focus. I tell my wolf, as he wildly circles in my head. We both never liked interactions with humans and now I have to give a speech in a room full of low life humans. Sometimes being a Werewolf is a pain in the ass. Especially when your wolf is not an ordinary one but an Alpha. Werewolves are ancient old species, their existence is said to be thousands of years old, contemporary to Mesopotamia civilization, which is the oldest civilization of humans. Old folk stories say that our ancestors had insulted a god which cursed our bloodline to become halves like humans and another half like animals. Well, let's just thank that ancestor of ours. I would have done the same thing if I were him.Being a Werewolf has its own perk, like immense strength, speedy healing abilities, mind linking, and super sense of sight, smell, and hearing. But the cons, they suck more than fleas and ticks. Hundreds of bones break and reshape themselves at the time of shifting. The pa