I woke up with a headache.My head throbs and my eyes are still heavy though I have cried enough. Okay, I believe I am a real crybaby but I cannot even blame my father for pampering me like a princess. I am his princess and he treats me like a flower, too. I hold my head and my eyes fall on the books spread across my bed. Some of them are lying on the floor, too. I must have kicked them down and I am guilty of that. Sighing, I bend down to hold my books and put them in their place. I leave my room after washing my face and go downstairs. I find my dad in the kitchen, preparing the dining table. He grins when he spots me coming to him. "Hey, princess! I was just coming to call you," he says and I reach him. He presses a kiss on my forehead and then pulls back, stretching out a chair for me. I sit there and decide to ask what I am dying to ask him. "Dad, did Mr. Taylor leave?" I do not look up at him because I get busy admiring the dishes he cooked. Especially lasagna. "Yes. One
JULIEToday I thought that I would apologize to him but the day is about to end and I did not even get a chance to see him properly.When he came to the class in the morning, he started studying straight away. Last night itself, I had prepared those questions, in fact, I did more than that, so I did not get interrupted in the middle, nor did I disturb him in the middle by zoning out. The class was over and I thought I would apologize to him after finding him alone, but Jeremy dragged me to the canteen, telling me on the way out that he had a much better day yesterday than he thought. He told me that whatever Mr. Taylor explained to him sitting alone, everything went easily in his skull. Mr. Taylor is not as bad a person as he thought. Jeremy also said that if he continues to understand this, he will definitely pass this year. I was very happy to hear from him but my day was completely different from his day. In fact, the difference between me and Jeremy was that I easily zone out
JULIEAs he promised me that he will try to control his anger and also try to teach me in a different way so that I can understand easily and I do not zone out. He teaches me in exactly the same way. He explains to me with examples, in order to make me understand because of this I become so eager that I forget or ignore the noises around me. I listen to him very carefully, understand the question and remember the formula together and try to solve the question as I do alone and show him the fit.He holds my notebook and scans it while I wait for his answer, quite impatient to hear him. I have tried a lot to establish this focus. If I still make a mistake or disappoint him, I will be very upset. I do not want to upset him. "Yeah, that's perfect. You solved it well," he says with a smile, putting the notebook down. My lips stretch out in a grin and I nod quickly. "Thanks!" I utter, wanting him to know that his efforts worked out for me. "No need to thank me. You have worked hard on
NICHOLAS She is empathetic, I know that. When I told her that I am hungry because I have not eaten anything since morning, I could see how her eyes held sadness for a moment. That was the last time I ate something in the morning and since then I have been so busy that I did not get a chance to eat anything. I know she tried a lot to talk to me since morning but fate did not leave me alone for her today even for a moment. And seeing her sadness, I was also forced to feel upset, probably because of our mate bond. But even if it was not a bond between us, I would have felt sad for her. To be honest, I do not like to see her sad. Yesterday also I could not see tears in her eyes. But I wanted to put that formula in her mind because it could help her a lot. I thought she might not have understood my rough manner as she told me yesterday but this morning she proved me wrong by solving all the answers. It was wow. I was proud of her. I still am. She is so unexpected sometimes. Even no
It is said that the perfect man of the world does not exist. But I think that's a lie. They may never have seen or met a perfect man, but I have seen him and met him. He is currently standing in front of me and is cooking. He does everything very expertly like a chef and I can't get tired of watching him. At first, I was very worried and embarrassed that I was asking the guest to cook food in the kitchen of my house but now I do not find this decision wrong now, at all. I feel as if I have blessed myself by allowing him to cook. He not only walks and talks with grace, but also lifts the spoon with grace. He cuts vegetables beautifully. He washes the chicken very hotly and I probably cannot get tired of praising him. "Can you pass me some butter?" He asks, snapping me out of my thoughts and admiring-him session. As I was beholding myself with my elbow perched on the surface of the marble counter and my face resting in my palm, I could not help but lose my balance when he spoke in
JULIEHolding the clothes that I found for Mr. Taylor, I make my way down to his room. I asked him to stay in our guest room which is right next to mine, before dad's room. I knock on the door of his room before I enter. He said he would be in the bathroom, taking shower so I do not wait for his permission. I put the clothes on the bed and make my way out. The condition outside is still the same. I do not know how long it is going to take. Thank god, dad is not traveling outside. I go to my room to sleep when a loud roar of nature makes me shiver in my spot. I sit straight, breathing heavily. I hate storms. I hate them too much. They scare so hard. I have astraphobia. And that too because when I was small, I faced a very horrible side of it. Another time it roars and I jump on my bed. My heart starts beating faster and I suck the air greedily. My brain starts replaying the memories of my childhood in which I was drenched in aggressive raindrops pouring down on me. I was so engross
NICHOLASJulie was looking a little nervous before going to sleep. I could understand her nervousness but I had already asked her. She said that she has no problem. She had faith in me and I did not want to break her trust by doing something wrong.My wolf respected that, too. But she was not nervous that she had to sleep with me. I did not even understand the reason at that moment but now I understand. When we lay comfortably, she kept a distance between us. A safe distance. But now. She was clinging to me. She was cuddling with me and her grip was tight. I peer down at her. Half of her face is curtained by her dark hair as some strands caress them. Her window is slightly opened like always and the moonlight entering from them is falling on her face, making it glow under it. She has a fair texture that makes her look like a small white kitten. She is facing me. Her cheek is pressed against my chest. Her legs cage me. Her leg is above me and her arms are wrapped around my torso.
JULIEI know it was too blunt. I know I was too bold but I do not want to step back now. I am too occupied to do that. Whenever he is this close, I lose the ability to think properly. I just blush hard every time we are this close and right now, this is a lot more than being close. I do not avert my gaze from his. His eyes are not usually this dark. They are darker than usual. And I am loving each shade of his eyes — this, too. I want him to touch me so badly. Want to feel how good it feels to be touched by someone you like unreasonably so much. The heat between my legs grows when he leans closer and I stop breathing that moment. His hand starts sliding down my thighs — my inner thighs, and I feel my heart thumping so badly inside my chest. "Are you sure?" He asks again, his face is so close to me that I can feel his hot breath hitting my lips which are parted and sliding due to the contact of his wide and hot palm to my bare inner thighs. I know he has my shorts gathered up near
EPILOGUE.JULIE.It has been five years of our marriage and life has only become beautiful with my partner. Nick. We have a two-year- old baby girl. Her name is Narois. Yeah, the name is given by Nick only. It means flower. Nick's favourite flower. Well, he never liked flowers but the day Narois was born, he found difficulty in holding her. Only because she was so delicate and little. She was pink. She was sleeping and Nick never knew how to hold something or someone very delicately so he first made a few kinds of positions but when I yelled at him — only because I was worn out and Nick was busy doing a dance of his awkward positions — he silently stood straight and held out baby. But even at that time, he was afraid of hurting her. Seriously, I was melting at that time. At that moment, I realised he was going to be her hero, her king and the best father in the world for her. I squirm when I feel a soft and small touch on my face and neck. I squeeze my eyes shut and hum at my bab
165| So Much Love.Julie.I take a deep breath after we are home. I plop onto the bed and close my eyes. Soon, I hear the sound of the door opening and then he steps in my direction. I keep my eyes closed. He comes and sits next to me. He then leans in and kisses my forehead. I smile. He then moves back and then lies next to me. We stay like that for a moment before I get up and start unzipping my gown. The windows of our room are already closed. I am a bit tired but not too tired. There is an orange glow in our room and I know he knows what I am doing right now. After I come out of my huge and heavy gown, I remove other accessories and there I see Nick opening his eyes and then sitting on the bed, looking at me intensely. "I promised," I say, lowering my gaze and going to him. He smiles. "I'm glad you remember, baby." He then pulls me towards him. I stumble upon his lap as he pulls me unexpectedly. My palms land on his shoulders and my knees bend on either side of his body. I
164| Mending Relationship With Dad .NICHOLAS .Sometimes my Julie is unpredictable. She asks something suddenly and catches me off guard. Even tonight she is thinking about someone else. Even tonight she is not selfish — asking me to have a conversation with my arrogant dad and solve everything between us. I huff at the thought. How did she think I would be doing it for her? Yes, of course, she trusts me the most after her dad. She trusted me that I will talk to my dad but honestly if even today he tried to be an asshole, I am going to leave him. Yes, I will. I am not kidding anymore. I come out of the huge hotel, in which we decided to arrange the ceremony. I search for my dad and I do not find him anywhere. I go to the backside of the hotel where there is a huge park and it is decorated perfectly. I run my eyes around and spot that old man — my dad sitting on a bench, looking at somewhere absent-mindedly. I walk to him, adjusting the lapels of my jacket. I stand behind him,
163| We Are Married Now . JULIE . Everything went well. We are a wedded couple now. I am standing inside the hall, with my husband Nicholas Taylor. He is dressed up in a black tuxedo, looking so charming and hot at the same time. He is looking elegant. I can't take my eyes off him. He is looking devilishly handsome. His jet black hair is gelled back and his eyes are gleaming with happiness. He is happy. Me too. I am smiling at the guests around us. The hall is filled with them. My ring finger is shining brightly with a diamond ring that is put on by Nick — the love of my life. "Finally," he sighs after a lady leaves. I giggle under my breath at his reaction. The lady was his mother's sister and she talks a lot. She annoyed Nick by asking him questions non-stop. "You're way too tired, no?" I ask, putting my hand on his shoulder. I adjust the border of his lapel and smile at him. He smiles back at me. His lips are red due to sipping wine that is in his hand. He is twirling
162| Wedding Shopping!.JULIE.She giggles and snuggles her face close to my chest as I sit next to dad. He gives me a warm smile as he asks, "How was your day princess?" "It was good, dad. I met their Alpha Atlas. And surprisingly dad, he's one of the shareholders of your company." I tell him as I look down at my baby sister and play with her, rocking in my arms and kissing the tip of her nose. She giggles, making grabby hands to hold the collar of my shirt. Her warm and smooth touch meets my neck. I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him. He grins back, saying, "Yeah, we do." "
161| We Are Going To Get Married Soon.JULIE.Three years have passed since our relationship. Meanwhile, our relationship has only grown, its strength has grown and so has the love between us. I finished my studies and internship during this time and now I am a manager in a company. Nick's side has always been with me. Like my father, he always supported me. Where I was wrong, he corrected me and where my path was clear and better, he encouraged me to move forward. Meanwhile, I will never forget the contribution of both my father and Nick in my life. Now I am also successful like my father. Nick has also brought promotion in his professor's job three times in three years. With such progress, he will very soon become the President of that university. It was good news when he told me that. We celebrated together. We had dinner together and had a lot of fun at that time. He is humble and hardworking. What could stop him like that? But in the meantime, he never received a message f
160| I Will, Don't Worry.JULIE.I found myself in his room when I got up. He must have taken me back. I know. I remove the blanket and walk downstairs. I find him serving us dinner and when he looks up at me, he smiles at me. Good that his mood is fine now. And then we have dinner together. ——〃♡♡〃——It is the middle of the night or maybe around it. I do not know because I am busy receiving what he is giving to me. I am lying on the cold floor of his room, naked. And even though it is cold, I can't feel its coolness because of the sweat covering my body and heat emerging out of us due to our lovemaking. Our clothes are scattered around the room. He is hovering over me and pounding into me ruthlessly by holding my thighs apart. The pain is too much in my hips but the pleasure he is giving to me overwhelms that. His cock is drilling deep inside me and he is moaning and grunting with me. With his each thrust, my body jerks up and my boobs bounce. His eyes darken in lust and he stop
159| She's A Human!.JULIE."So when did you guys meet?" Grace asks excitedly. "When I left the place, mom," he says and I notice Nolan listening to him carefully. "And you didn't even tell me? That's so painful, Nick!" She shows fake pain, palming her chest dramatically. I smile at her joyful nature. She is indeed cute. And that's how they start speaking with each other. I just hope Nick's father will accept our relationship. That's another problem in our relationship after two years. "Yeah, I was actually occupied with many things," he says normally but I feel like he is trying to cover up because I can feel the tension in his body. Nolan secretly steals a glance at Nick as he says, "Still." He rolls his eyes. Oh no, what is the problem with this son and father? Nick's jaw clenches suddenly and he abruptly says, "Of course, still I didn't want to. Didn't want to after you were —" and before he can say further, I quickly squeeze his hand which is under mine, whispering his na
158| Is She Your Mate?.JULIE.She gives Nick a very beautiful smile and soon she comes to hug him. He hugs her back but still, he does not leave my hand. "I missed you so much, my love!" She says, pulling back. Nick smiles at her, saying, "Me too, mom." The lady then looks at me, asking, "Is she your mate?" Her eyes squint a bit when she asks Nick but her attention stays on me. I stare back, bile forming in my throat due to nervousness as well as excitement. Nick's mom is really beautiful. She looks cute, too. She is wearing a white knee length dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her hair is tied neatly in a French bun. His father also looks great in his formal attire and they look so elegant together that I feel like a sack of potatoes in front of them. Their son is not less, by the way. Nick also has a great sense of style. "Yes. She is the one," Nick says in his deep mesmerizing voice. His arm snakes around my waist and he slightly pulls me closer. "Hello," I say, resist