Hi, lovelies. I want you all to know that this is a bonus chapter and so you do not have to pay for coins to read it. This chapter is what I think you should know, it's not going to redirect the story and if you do not want to read it, it's fine. Please dearest, if you are enjoying the story kindly go to the review section and leave a comment. And there's an option to vote here in the chapters or you could click on the triple dots at the right side of your phone on the app and vote for the book. Because the more you vote and comment, the more exposed this book will become. Thank You. Xoxo|Catty Wheels ------------------------------- AUTHOR A young man hid in a corner watching some people go about their business. He is tall and lean, with good broad shoulders that looked sexy and hot under the light shirt he wore. His black pair of jeans made him look nothing like a prince. He's the young prince of the Silverpaw Gate, the one who many women died to have and you can not blame
PRECIOUS I bit my lower lip and I watched him swallow his saliva silently wishing that I was the one going down his throat. "Or else?...." I said challengingly, but he seemed not unfazed at all. "Else I will kiss you right in front of them and I wouldn't leave you until I have left hickeys all over you." His head moved closely to me, and before I knew it his mouth was on top of mine. My mind instantly went black and I did nothing but let him kiss me, feeling his soft velvet lips sucking mine like they were the last minute cake on earth and I closed my eyes. I tilted my head, matching his, silently enjoying what he was doing to me. I could feel my arousal growing and the constant flapping of butterflies hummed their way through my tummy, causing me to shiver in excitement. Having the urge to wrap my hands around his neck to deepen the kiss, a sudden realization hit me at once. Still in my hands is the painting of me of which I still didn't know who made them for me. "Um, D-Du
PRECIOUS Just as the thought was still on my mind, Nate's mouth took over mine, his mouth sucking my lips just like a starved beast of three days, and he ravished my mouth like he owned it. "Is this it?" "Or like this?" He continued to tease me, his fingers trailing along my Adam's apple. I shivered under his touch, goosebumps gushing over me and I melted under his touch just like how an ice cream would melt under a sun. "Um, y-yes N-ate," I stuttered as I was driven to heaven with his constant teasing. Gawd, they are so perfect in kissing that I can't tell who is better. Just when I thought one of them was, the next thing I know, I'm being kissed like I'm the air they need to survive by another. I pulled his head down on mine trying to deepen the kiss, he tasted too sweet for his own good. Maybe that's why I was feeling this way, like if I stopped kissing him that something would happen. Nate took the painting from my hands and dropped it on the space beside him before circling
PRECIOUS "Where's Damon guys?" I said, raising my eyebrows at them as my face tipped into a frown. No one answered but when I was about to ask them again, I heard someone say, "Here, I am." I turned to the source of the voice and lo, it was Damon looking breathtaking in a strapless female swimsuit. The corners of my mouth stretched into a smile against my will and I found myself blushing scarlet when my eyes fixed on his huge bulge. My fingers were aching to grab them and my mouth couldn't resist the temptation to suck it in my mouth. I missed how he tastes and I couldn't wait to suck it like a lollipop. "I'm blushing hard with the way you are ogling me." Damon teased, and I snapped out of my lewd thoughts. I was supposed to be mad at him because of the way he treated me but here I was showing him that he affected me and now it might get to his head and make him misbehave. He walked towards me and placed his hand on my left shoulder and I scoffed, shrugging his hand away. "And
PRECIOUS "What do you mean by that?" I laughed as I covered my face as Tiger splashed water over me. We were in the pool now and I'd say that the surprise was awesome. I loved every bit of it. The pool was decorated with lots of ribbons, the water was scented with lavender flowers and there were five glasses of red wine and two boxes of pizza. Everything had been demolished by us and we were now playing in the pool. Good thing was I knew how to swim, otherwise it would have been rather embarrassing. Tiger threw back his head as he laughed as much as he did. His eyes were closed and I watched as the water danced around his Adam's apple. He looked so gorgeous being so carefree that I yearned to just hug him and spend the rest of the night like that. I threw a glance at the others, they were all cracking jokes and laughing, oblivious to what Tiger and I were doing. This was my chance, I could do anything I wanted with this handsome bloke mine without anyone interrupting or joining us.
PRECIOUS I heard a thud in the pool and I glanced briefly at Tiger before I looked at where his brothers were. I was about heaving a sigh of relief when my breathing hitched again when I counted only three out of five of them. Richmond, Duke and Damon were there except for Nate. What happened to him? Where is he? Don't tell me that it's the sound I just heard? My heart thudded rapidly and I felt like my lungs were going to break out of my ribcage due to the depletion of air I was having. I felt my strength sap out of me, my breathing shallow and my legs wobbled in the water. "Nate!" Richmond screamed, confirming my thoughts. Like a flash, Tigger disappeared from my side and he ran towards his brothers and as though their eyes suddenly opened they joined him in jumping into the pool, their bodies moving energetically in the water. I found my legs moving closer to them and my heartbeat increased with each step I took. Nothing I told myself was enough to calm me down. I was panick
PRECIOUS We sat in the living room, all six of us huddled together. I couldn't believe that we almost lost Nate. It was just too close and if not because he got lucky he probably wouldn't be sitting here with us today. That was what the doctor said. I couldn't believe he kept something as important as these from all of us. If he didn't want to tell me at least what about his brothers or even his father? I felt hurt that all these while we were together, that he didn't even think of talking to me about it. I am his mate and so I had the right to know what was wrong with him. To think that we promised that we won't keep secrets from each other still, he still hid something from me, from all of us. And to add salt to the matter, the situation doesn't need to be kept secret. Didn't he even care about dying? About leaving me here alone with his brothers? I know they care about me too but I won't be happy losing one of my mates. I love them all and they have become very important to me
PRECIOUS "Oh my, I'm scared." Duke rolled his eyes. "I'm so sorry Alpha, your Beta shall not be disrespectful towards you again!" "I can't believe you two are picking on one another again." Tiger sighed, rising to his feet and at that moment someone's phone started to ring. Tiger's movement halted as everyone glanced at each other. Who could be calling? We were on the phone with Alpha Rodriguez only twenty minutes ago so he couldn't be the one calling again. Tiger moved close to where Duke sat, he dipped his hands by the side of the seat and brought out Nate's phone. By that time it had stopped ringing and I cocked an eyebrow at Tiger who was watching Nate and me. "It's Godmother..." The phone started to ring again and Tiger walked back to us before handing the phone to Nate. He picked it up, loud enough for us to hear the sharp icy tone of the woman who told me to call her mom. I missed her and I haven't worn the dress she bought me. I haven't had time to think of where to go w
"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