PRECIOUS "I dare you to impersonate all of us." Tiger challenged with a grin. I stood up, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "Alright, challenge accepted! First up, let's see if I can capture Alpha Rodriguez's commanding presence." I cleared my throat and straightened my posture, puffing out my chest. "I am Alpha Rodriguez, and I demand unwavering loyalty from my pack members!" The brothers burst into laughter, and Nate nodded his head with eyes full of praise. "Not bad, not bad at all," he said, giving me an approving nod. "Next, let's explore Duke's charming persona." I batted my eyelashes and put on a suave expression. "Hello, my lovely lady, care to join me for a moonlit stroll by the lake?" Duke clapped his hands, laughing heartily. "Oh, you've got my charisma down to a T!" "Alright, let's tackle Tiger's confident CEO style." I adjusted my imaginary tie and put on a serious face. "I am Tiger, the formidable Alpha, and no one messes with me!" I said in a deep, seri
PRECIOUS A light knock sounded on the door with a very frightened voice that called, "Princess Precious, Alpha Rodriguez wants to see you downstairs with the young Alphas. He said to tell you that their godmother is downstairs waiting." It was probably one of the maids, and my heart skittered a bit. Concomitantly, the brothers' hands on my body suddenly came to a halt, a rush of their hot breaths fanning my skin, and I sat up, with curious eyes on all of them. Nate caressed my cheeks and planted a soft kiss on my face and said in his deep rich voice, his powerful aura emanating from him, "Let them know that we will be down in a minute." "Yes, Alpha," she stuttered before her footsteps could be heard retreating downstairs. "Why did you have to answer? Don't you know she will get ideas into her head after you reveal that you are actually in my room?" My voice was laden with terror as I looked hard at him. Nate chuckled as he climbed down from the bed, his brothers following suit. "
PRECIOUS A Week Later The sound of the alarm ringing loudly in the room woke me up, and I yawned tiredly, stretching out my hands as I tried to sleep more. The moment I closed my eyes again, the alarm blared through the room, and I grumpily got up from the bed. My eyes landed on a beautiful blue flowered strapless dress laying at the foot of the bed, and they widened in excitement. True to Godmother Ruth's words, she had sent me the gown she promised the day I would travel to Canada with my five mates. I hopped down from the bed happily and took the dress into my hands to check it out. It was truly beautiful, a dress befitting a princess, and she got it for me. Placing it back on the bed, I hurried into the bathroom to shower. When I got out, I dried my body and applied my cream all over before picking up the dress and wearing it. While checking myself out in front of my pink-colored oval-shaped mirror, the dress hugged tight to my skin as if it was meant solely for me. I smiled w
AUTHOR A beautiful young girl sat in one of the cushions in the bar, her legs crossed as she sipped from the wine bottle in her hands. So many thoughts were swimming in her head, and she wished she was not in the bar right now. And worse, she had to spend her time here with a man she had no interest in, but she wasn't even paying any attention to him, and she wished he would buzz off once he realized her lack of interest. Unfortunately, the man kept on talking one-sidedly. He is the manager of the real estate in one of the cities of America, known for his playboy lifestyle, and unfortunately for Bianca, her family arranged her marriage with him. She had tried several times to dissuade them from making decisions for her, especially in this case because, as she told them, she was twenty and old enough to take care of herself. Not only did she find him annoying because he was known as a playboy, she had a boyfriend who she left in Italy to pursue her career, and she couldn't wait to re
PRECIOUS Nine hours later, we arrived in Canada, exhausted and sleepy. Nate ordered an Uber, which took us to our new house, bought for us by Alpha Rodriguez. Nate and his brothers wanted us to stay in a hotel, but the Alpha was against it. As the car pulled in front of the villa, its grand appearance took my breath away. The surroundings were beautifully adorned with various types of flowers, each arranged meticulously in different flower beds. The whole scene seemed like a breathtaking display of nature's beauty. And I loved being close to nature. A few seconds later, we were inside the compound, and I stared around with awe-struck eyes. To say the outside was beautiful was an understatement compared to how the compound looked from the inside. There was a heart-shaped swimming pool at the far end of the compound and a love garden with a large, beautiful cushion in it. "This looks beautiful," I muttered to myself. Duke caught on and elbowed me lightly on my side, making me face hi
PRECIOUS “Goodnight,” with that, I grabbed the keys sticking out of Nate's hand and ran up the stairs, all five brothers following behind me. There were three rooms in total, and I walked to the first one. Luckily, the key I had opened it. I turned around to face them and handed the keys back to Nate. "What's up with you and your bad mood? Are you trying to go to bed being angry?" Damon said softly, tender eyes trying to ease me up but my frown deepened. "So, what if I am? Is that your cup of tea?" I snorted, looking at their expressions. Damon's face twitched up into a smirk and he sauntered towards me in light steps. "Yes, it is my lady. Going to bed angry is not good and you shouldn't do that. Besides, why are you trying to go in alone when all of us are here? Where do we sleep if you lock the door?" Damon said, amused and he turned to look at his brothers who shrugged at him in return. "There are two other rooms here. What's wrong with you? Can't the two rooms fit all five
PRECIOUS “Calm down, Precious,” the voice whispered, sending calmness to my troubled body. Slowly, the people started fading away until they became smokey, and I could feel strong hands all over my body. “Wake up, it's just a dream, sugar,” a familiar voice whispered in my ears, his hand patting my arm gently. I couldn't tell whose voice it belonged to, so I opened my eyes to see Richmond's worried face close to mine. I really have to learn how to differentiate their voices; so far, it was only Nate's voice I could recognize. I sighed then looked away, trying to prevent him from looking into my eyes. I didn't like that he was seeing me in my vulnerable state, especially after I intimidated him last night. “Do you want to talk about it?” he said, his voice laden with care. His fingers touched my face, causing the hard walls I was trying hard to build to scatter. I nodded, then sat up and rushed into his embrace. His rough hands caressed my back, and he whispered sweet little nothi
PRECIOUS "Good morning, sweetheart," Duke greeted, turning back to smile at me. I smiled back and motioned for him to get back to work. "It does taste good but not as good as you, though," he winked at me. I furrowed my brows, amused. "But you are not done cooking, so how are you this confident?" Duke's smile increased. "We five are great cooks, so how can we not be able to prepare a simple dish like rice bowl with green pepper sauce?" I smiled, nodding happily. I passed by him and went close to see what the others were doing. I couldn't wait to taste their meal, and if it indeed tasted as good as he sounded, then I would make them my personal chefs, all of them. "I can't wait to have a taste if that's the case, Duke," I said cheerfully, watching Nate who had begun roasting the red pepper. He turned the pepper until it was a slight brown in color. "Isn't that okay already?" I asked Nate, my face crumpled as I tried to imagine having burnt pepper in my mouth. Yikes! Nate burst int
"Spill," he said, sitting up on the ground as he tried to regain his strength by filling up oxygen into his already depleted body."You will promise to return every penny you and your family owe Beatrice."Lionel stared at him in a flabbergasted manner for a while. He would never have thought that he would ask him something like this. He knew refusing was going to cost him a lot, and he was no fool to bet properties to that of his sister's life or probably his too.But there’s no way he was going to fulfill that part of his promise. Even Francis was aware of this fact as well, which was why he had a backup plan."Deal," he said, getting up from the ground and extending a hand for a handshake. But Francis looked at it as though it was infected by leprosy.Biting back his words, Lionel lowered his hand to his side."Take me to where you hid my girl." Lionel heard the possessiveness in his tone and he couldn't help but wonder what sort of relationship he had with his stepsister. The thou
Lionel's body stiffened at the coldness in the voice of the stranger with his sister's phone. His hold on the phone suddenly became strong, as though he was going to smash it into little chalk flakes.He swore under his breath to deal with whoever was toying with his family. That person was causing his mom and sister to be afraid of him, and he did not like that. He was the son of a very prominent man, and he wouldn't let someone bully him just like that."Where do I find you?" He grounded out the words in anger. Anger consumed him, but he knew he needed to stay calm if he wanted to see his precious little sister again.Francis, on the other side, chuckled slightly but remained quiet for a moment. He was considering playing a little game with the family, but at the same time, he was weighing whether or not they were worth his time.He had wasted his precious little time trying to save the princess in distress, but he had not found her yet."You are wasting my time!" Lionel fired angri
Francis dragged the unconscious body of Violet out of his room and led her towards his car. He unlocked his car and laid her on the back seat before cleaning his bloodied hands on the space on her dress that was without blood.He sat behind the wheel before driving towards her residence.Flashback,After her blunt refusal to tell him where she kept Beatrice, he sliced the knife on her neck, and her blood spilled out of her, staining both herself and him before dripping on the floor.A loud yelp left her mouth when the pain shot through her spine. Her eyes trained on the floor, they widened in disbelief as she stared at her own blood flowing into a puddle on the floor.She raised her elbow and hit him, and the knife in his hand fell down, but he didn't let her take it as his hold on her body tightened. Francis pushed a finger into the hole he created on her body, and she cried out in pain.Using his left hand, he grabbed her two hands and wrung them together as his teeth clanged togeth
Silent but hot tears flowed down her face as the echo resounded in her ears. She was not ready to meet her mother any time soon, and she couldn't think of ways to get out of the dungeon she was in.Her head started hurting, and she knew it was due to the numerous times she had hit her head on the floor. Placing her hands on her head, Beatrice massaged it.There was no hope left in her. The only hope she had was taken away from her when the message she sent to Mr. Francis was deleted.Tears of sorrow poured down her face continuously, her heartbeat increasing by the minute, fear clutching her heart, and her mind flying in so many places."What do I do now? How do I get out of here?" she asked no one in particular. The only thing that met her was silence and the eeriness she felt in the godforsaken place.No one had come to see her since she was left here. She had planned on begging them again when they came to check on her, and it's been hours already since she heard that sound.The on
“Who are you and what the hell do you want from me?” she said through gritted teeth, her tone cold, which made her appear dangerous for her age. Francis tipped his head backward, his eyes appraising her from head to toe. He found her demeanor amusing, and a chuckle escaped his mouth. His continued silence in response to her questions infuriated her, and she clenched her fists as her chest heaved up and down. “Why are you laughing? Do I look funny to you?” Violet snapped. She walked up to him, standing just a few feet away, her eyes boring into his, and she stomped her foot impatiently. “I demand answers!” Francis's chuckle intensified. “You really are a funny, dumb girl. I can see that.” His expression changed abruptly from a smile to a hardened glare, his jaw grinding. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, causing her face to contort in pain, a hurt whimper escaping her lips. Violet winced as he continued to yank her hair as if pulling out a weed from the soil. “What the
It was then that she heard hushed voices that she instantly recognized as belonging to her stepmother and two sisters. Sweat poured down her body, sticking her to the light material she was wearing when something caught her ears. “So you are saying that you killed that witch mom?” A hushed, happy voice of a girl rang out, and Beatrice, who recognized it as Chloe's, shuddered again. Her heart was beating wildly, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from screaming, thereby alerting them that someone was around. Tears poured out of her eyes, but she blinked them away and walked closer to the door, her body shaking uncontrollably. Beatrice took out her mobile phone from her bag, immediately put it on record, and held it closer to the door. “Yes, I killed the bitch, and I'm happy that I took the initiative to do that,” Beatrice's stepmother said in a proud tone, making Beatrice feel like slapping her from where she stood. “I would have loved it more if you had killed
Beatrice parked her car in front of the mansion she had always seen as a home before her stepmother and her three children changed things for her. She took a deep breath and moved a finger to her forehead before massaging it with a frown on her face. This was the first time she was returning home after being kicked out, and it was all due to Duke, the guy she met some time ago at the Wild Night club when she had gone there to distract herself from her problems, and she was glad she did. Taking her cellphone out of the miniature bag she carried, she dialed the number of the man who was helping her regain her parents' properties. "Good morning, sir. I'm at the residence right now. I just wanted to let you know I will be inside the building in a few minutes." Her voice sounded crisp, yet she tried hard to collect herself. "Alright, but please record every conversation for me. It will be required in court," Mr. Francis, the man Duke introduced to her to help her get back all her rights
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PRECIOUS Duke covered my eyes with his hands, gently leading me to god knows where. Inhaling and exhaling divine air, I swallowed back my question, which I had asked for the hundredth times already. He was hell bent on not telling me or giving me as much of a hint of where he was taking me to. I could hear Richmond's chuckles behind us, but I said nothing and let Duke take me where he wanted. After all, I trusted him well enough to know this wasn't a small surprise. “Be careful of my old feet, honey.” I whispered, pulling my lower lip in between my mouth. “Not too old for my hands not to be able to massage them, prishy baby.” A tint of color made its way to my face, and I thanked the goddess that they were behind me, or else I would be teased until tomorrow. I still don't understand how I can still blush around them. It's been fifteen years already, yet I have not outgrown this attraction between us. Sparks still fly whenever we touch, and not a day passes without me thanking t