Shawn Louis Meanwhile, Shawn was in the backyard sniffing around. Aubrianne was lounging by the pool and watching him as she waited for Daniel and Tobias's arrival, assuming he was trying to see if Ron had also been in her home. Checking the perimeter for any lingering or strong scents. 'Goddess, where was this scent coming from?' Shawn was going crazy. This was the second time he smelt the most amazingly alluring, tantalizing scent he had ever smelt. It was like fields of flowers and roses mixed in with spring water. The first time he smelt such a fantastic smell was on Monday morning. He was in his room going through some paperwork he had brought with him when he and John were investigating Ron's whereabouts. His trail had gone cold. Well, now he knew why. It was because Ron was no longer in Clifton Hill. Nevertheless, it was when Aubrianne had poked her head in and bid him farewell, and she left saying, 'Happy hunting.' However, when Aubrianne opened her front door, a scent w
Shawn Louis Never did her body react to someone's voice this way. How does one's body respond in this way just to the sound of someone's voice? Kirrah's entire body had lit up when he growled at Brody for daring to speak to her. It was like warm, soothing radiation that traveled through her and settled at her core. She had steadied herself. Kirrah loved it. 'Possessive.' Hunter had purred, 'I love it.' Just being in his presence, she felt complete. She felt like he was the missing piece to complete her puzzle. Kirrah was twenty-eight, she did not give up on mates wholly, but she must admit she was beginning to wonder if she would ever meet hers. That thought led her towards Brody, but now she was fortunate to have met her other half. She could not wait to tell her family. Kirrah had a sister, and her parents were also alive and well. They all lived in a cozy two-story house at TL Crescent Moon Community. However, these days, she had been bunking out with a small team obliquely
Timothy Thornton Timothy made haste to locate his mother after he tried mind-linking her and got no response. His mind was reeling, and his heart was racing, but he pressed forward in his search. Goddess, he had been so wrapped up in himself, as usual, that he had not noticed his mother was suffering intensely. Sadly, Timothy had no idea if this was since Saturday or if it was an overnight squabble. He was that lost in the happenings with his mother, but he would soon find out. However, these past few days had been busy for Timothy; Timothy had sat and planned out the steps he wanted to take. First, he planned his steps to work out and build his body mass before he started training with the big guys. So he used the opportunity to work out with his father, and by that move, he accomplished two things. One, he got to spend time with his father, and second, it was while he got to build his body mass and muscles. Win, win, in Timothy's book and when he was not working out. Timothy
Timothy Thornton "It's not ready yet to show Dad, as I am awaiting some information to complete it, but what I was able to achieve is enough for you to see my determination, Mom, I promise," Timothy explained nervously as they went to his room. His palms were sweating, and he felt like this was a make-it-or-break-it situation. He hopes for the former. Timothy knew his plans were not ready yet for his father's eyes, as he was still awaiting emails on prices for some of the things that he would need to complete his plans. Nevertheless, he was convinced that once his mother saw what he was working on, she would know he was serious. He also hoped that in light of this change, she would rethink her earlier decision and not do anything selfish and drastic. Not now, of all times! She would not do anything selfish, right? Not when he was this close to impressing his father. How could she only think about herself at a time like this? No, she was his mother. She would not do anything rash
Aubrianne Ivanov And Aubrianne planned the same with Christen. She would get that done before the ball, so hopefully, if things improve, she can move into the manor. Despite Christen and Timothy's behavior the night of the dinner, Aubrianne did not let that ruin things for her. She would put her best foot forward, maintain respect, and always be polite. That is the type of person she is, so it came naturally. The following person on her list was Timothy. Aubrianne had a week and a day before the ball to complete this. Easy! Now the end of week one has come around. It was Friday, and Aubrianne had gone to work that morning. The past week she quickly learned that theory was way different from practice. With accounting, these real-life clients' needs and wants differ from the smooth theory learned. Real-life circumstances are not as smooth and clear-cut. Especially if you want to please your client while keeping their business afloat and simultaneously staying within the boundarie
Jada WilsonWhen Jada got home on Monday, she immediately began her research, looking at places for rent or lease to own. She checked out places advertised in the city online and took down all the information she found.Her next step was to call these places for information and the ones she chose. Jada would contact them again to set up a date and time to view these properties.By the end of Monday, she completed her search and started training Aubrianne. On Tuesday, she picked up where she left off on Monday, and that was to make a bunch of calls and ask a bunch of questions.Then, finally, the ones that fit into Jada's idea for her business. She called them back and set appointments for viewing these properties. When she finished that Tuesday, Jada had set up visits for the rest of this week and next week.By the looks of things, Jada can decide on a place before she leaves.Wednesday, after viewing the first property, she had lunch with Ivan, and that's when she filled him in on wh
Aubrianne Ivanov Interesting, Aubrianne thought. She had arched an eyebrow, and her eyes widened, then dimmed at the site, not that Daniel could see her face. Next to the bed, about three feet away, more candles lit a pathway to a table and a chair on either side on a platform a few inches off the ground. A shimmering white tablecloth spread over the table, and the cutleries were wrapped in a white cloth with lace material shielding it and clipped with a fancy silver broach-like clip, gorgeous white oversized oval-shaped plates. So fancy, Aubrianne thought, her eyes slid across to two sets of glasses, one wine and the other a Champagne flute. There was also a clear glass waiter with some condiments on them, medium-sized bottles of ketchup, garlic sauce, honey mustard, and pepper. Aubrianne eagerly wondered what dinner was, putting the bed behind her. She was jumping to conclusions. Daniel quickly prepared the table, unpacking the basket of goodies he had brought and dishing the
Aubrianne Ivanov Aubrianne eyed Daniel as his eyes instantly narrowed. He was no scholar when it came to the history of the white wolves, but nowhere did he ever come across anything like that. And such information will be talked about. It would have been known. It would have been one of the first things you heard when someone spoke about a white wolf, well maybe the second. The first would have been the most extended list of ideas and plans they greedily made in hopes of catching one. Then the next thing would have been the downsides and the fact that there were basically none. This would undoubtedly have stuck out like a sore thumb. That was crucial information. Why would Aubrianne say this? Why would she say such a thing? How could she know this? Aubrianne took a sip of red wine and continued observing Daniel. That's when she saw the moment Daniel's facial features went from total despair to suspicion. However, she was prepared for this. Aubrianne and Jada had practiced this.