PRECIOUS "Bianca, I hope you are getting ready to fix the date of your marriage?" Bianca's mother's voice boomed in the room as she sat down in front of her vanity, fixing her hair. "The one month you gave me is not yet up, Mom, no?" Bianca frowned, her mood suddenly soured now that her mom called. She was getting ready for work when her mom called. She was aware that she had just two weeks before the ultimatum her mother gave her finally came to an end. Her mom snorted. "It will be up before you know it. I hope you know that?" Bianca's frown deepened as she listened to her mom. She had visited her father concerning her marriage, but he had been much worse than her mother. That old man, it would take something really strong to convince him to change his mind whenever he decided on something, and that was rare. "At least it will be better if you stop rubbing it in my face." Bianca snapped. Her patience was really running out, but there was nothing she could do. They were her parents
AUTHOR A few minutes later, Bianca's phone started to ring, and she picked it up immediately. "Hello, is it done?" Her voice was calm as she looked out of the mirror. She had calmed down and was patiently waiting for news from her manager. "Yes, that's why I called. It was easy for me to take care of, but there are so many hurtful comments about you..." Margaret said, and she let out a long breath. "That's not my concern for now. I shall address that issue during my appearance with the media. Just get ready; you will be going there with me." Bianca closed the window and grabbed her purse and car keys before leaving her room. "Alright, should I be expecting you here soon?" Margaret asked. "Yes, I shall be there in a few minutes." --- PRECIOUS "What are we doing here?" I questioned when Damon stopped the car at the airport. Was that part of the surprise? Duke grinned, pecked me on the cheek, and said, "Wait till we get there, babe. Don't be in a hurry to know." "I'm just curio
PRECIOUS "Sleepyhead, we have finally gotten to our destination." A raspy voice whispered in my ear, and I woke up, fluttering my eyes to adjust them to the light in the bedroom. I remember falling asleep, which I regret because I wanted to stay awake to know where we were heading, but I do not remember when I was taken to a bedroom. I stretched my hands wide and let out a yawn, closing my eyes again. I let out a small sigh as I wanted to sleep more. No matter how much I have slept, it never feels as though I have slept enough. I always hunger for more sleep, and I don't know why that is so. "Don't you want to know where we are, huh?" The same person blew air on my neck, tickling me, and I flew my eyes open, sleep completely gone. "Sure, I'm not sleeping again." I dashed out of the bed, and he chuckled as he followed after me. I looked at Tiger, who was giving me a sheepish grin, and I flung myself on him. "I missed you." "I missed you too, baby, but you were only sleeping. How c
PRECIOUS Boss? I didn't know he's the one. I swear ma'am I'm so sorry..." She cried but I showed no sympathy towards her. I turned back to look at Damon, seeking permission from him to fire her and he gave me a curt nod. "No, employee." I snickered and looked down at her as I tried really hard to control my wolf from getting out. "You are fired!" I hated it when someone challenged me, especially when the person was talking about my mates in a disrespectful manner. Her eyes rounded, tears building up in her eyes and her balls automatically reddened. She clasped her hands together, bringing them to her mouth with her lips pressed together as the tears rocked her body. "Please, don't do this to me. This is my sister's duty please. I was truly bored so I begged her to allow me to serve up here. I didn't know something like this would happen please. Don't fire my sister ma'am." "Of course she asked you to work in her place. But your sister is fired and I won't tell you what will happen
PRECIOUS I was feeling so excited as the gush of wind blew my hair, covering parts of my face and I spread my hands widely to enjoy the fresh air I was receiving. I leaned my body onto the deck of the ship we were riding, my face looking upwards and I saw so many images forming all at once in the cloud. Yes, it was yet another date from my mates and I feel like each date was better than the former because right now, all I am feeling is so much joy. A pair of hands wrapped around my waist, his head resting on my back and I knew it was Tiger. It had taken me so long to be able to differentiate between them but finally I could. "How's your day going, love?" He nuzzled his head on my back and I sighed in contentment. "Very very good, I'm so happy that you all are letting me experience all this and do you know the most exciting part?" I closed my eyes, expecting a response from him. "And what's that?" I felt him raise his head up, his gaze burning down on my skin. "Each present one
AUTHOR Bianca strode fast on her heels as elegantly as she could, several people were looking in her way and from the look in their faces she could swear she saw disgust edged on them but that didn't bother her at all, she is going to set things right and soon. Ethan Hercules, the Director of the Hercules Modelling Show saw when Bianca walked in and he stood up from his seat and left his office to meet her. He had heard the news about her impending marriage to the infamous Luke who was popular with his playboy lifestyle. He could not imagine why she would agree to marry him, she was a very beautiful lady and her strength was extraordinary. He had tried to woo her several times in the past but he was always turned down and he had never seen her dating other men too and there was a time he wondered if she was a lesbian until recently when he heard the news. As Bianca walked towards her Manager's office she saw their Director approaching her and she immediately tipped her face into a
AUTHOR "I have no words," Margaret smiled and got up to make another cup for herself. "I'm glad. Thank you for the coffee Margaret, I want to have a moment's rest before my meeting with the media." She said when she suddenly heard a commotion outside. Out of curiosity she got up and went to have a look through the window and what she saw made goosebumps wash over her. Out there were a mass of young girls like herself and those that could not be more than five years older than she was with a banner with her name written in capital letters and a very huge red sign and a pin. From where she stood Bianca could not not make out the words that were leaving their mouths but from their angry faces she could tell it would not be good and she even got a clue from the banner. Turning around, Bianca gave a scared look at Margaret who was heaving with anger. The latter was more collected than Bianca and spread her hands in the air to calm her down. "Babe do not worry about those girls. L
PRECIOUS I'm a little tired about the activities we have had since today. We roller skated together, went to the zoo and we saw lots of animals there and I even fed a banner to one of the monkeys there. Right now Damon is driving us to our final date for today, and I can't wait to know where he would take us. My phone started to ring and I checked to see it was our godmother. I had promised to report to her concerning Nate's health and I have not done that. It could probably be the reason why she was calling. I glanced at Richmond who was sitting beside me to find him watching me, he raised his eyebrows and showed him the caller ID before taking the call. "Good evening Mom, how are you and the pack?" I looked out of the window, feeling exhausted to my bones. All I need right now is to have a long bath and sleep for hours but I doubt my mates would allow my wishes to come true. Duke and Tiger had been humming to me about how they can't wait to see me naked and explore my body.
"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