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.
PRECIOUS The light breeze blowing through the window woke me up and I covered my mouth with my hand as a yawn escaped my lips. I stretched my hands, my chest popping out and after a few seconds I opened my eyes only for me to shut them back because of the intensity of the light streaming through the window. "Ah," a soft but yet contented sigh left my mouth, as the events of last night flooded back on my mind. My mates had eaten me so much that I thought they had turned into little monsters. But I can't complain right now, can I? I enjoyed every bit of it, I loved all the moments their tongues were inside my cunt and they made me scream their names so loud in the night. I flew open my eyes again to see Nate's head resting on my tummy with a contented smile on his face. I felt happy knowing that they enjoyed themselves as much as they pleased me last night. Getting up from the bed, I carried his head and placed him back so that he was now resting on the bed. They all had smiles on
PRECIOUS "What about now? Were you not singing it just now for us?" Duke cocked an eyebrow, his right side lip twisted into his mouth while I rolled my eyes at him. "What if I say I was?" I facepalmed. "It will be great because I don't want this beautiful moment to be ruined," he rolled his shirt sleeve up his arm, blinking at me before he started walking towards me. "Yeah, yeah, but only if you promise to let me prepare breakfast for us this morning." I raised my index finger up with a smiling face, and he nodded before glancing back at his brothers. "That we can let you do only for today," Tiger laughed while Nate chuckled. "You still have not answered my question though," Duke pointed out and I sighed as I remembered. "I did sing that song because of you and if you had listened carefully, I omitted the two hearts and added six instead. I love you all and I meant every word in those lyrics." A lone tear fell down my face and I let it roll down freely. Duke came closer t
PRECIOUS "Doctor please are you sure there's nothing you can do to stop him from feeling so much pain? He said he wants to have the operation at home and we will be flying home in twenty four hours." Damon's face was squeezed with worry as he held onto Nate's hands with his gaze fixated on the doctor. Nate's condition had become too critical these past few days. He has been feeling too much pain, he can barely eat well and to walk is now a problem. His brothers and I had begged him to have the doctor operate on him but he refused, requesting to be operated on back home. I have been crying my eyes out seeing him in this condition. I wish there was something I could do to help him out but there's nothing. I am just helpless, we are all. "No, there's nothing that can be done if not for immediate surgery. I'm sorry but I will have to spell it out to you all." The male doctor said, his face calm as though the health of his patient doesn't concern him. Most times I wonder why emotion
PRECIOUS As messages started to fill my inbox I spotted a message from her, my hands quivering in anticipation. I clicked on her chat and I blinked my eyes when my brain registered on the words. [You have powers to heal Precious, that's why your wolf is different. Ever wondered why you have a golden wolf? It's a rare type of wolf and you are a powerful girl. Have you not noticed any signs of your power yet?] Me? I have powers, but how? If that is true then how come I haven't felt this power yet? It's true because I have wondered why my wolf is golden in color but I never attached the reason to be about me being powerful. Beads of sweat formed on my face and my head tipped into a frown as this was still not yet clear to me. I stood up from the bed and went to check up on Nate in his room. If I could see any sign that I have powers then I will have to believe what Emily said. Pushing the boys room open, I entered and saw Nate lying in the bed sound asleep. He looked so cute an
PRECIOUS As I left my room, I decided to bring Nate something to bite on before we began our journey. He must be feeling hungry right now because he had little or no food during breakfast. As I passed the sitting room I heard sounds that made me stop in my tracks, my heart pounding really fast and I hastened my steps to confirm what the sounds were and then I saw Richmond with his hands in his pants as he continued to moan from the pleasure he was giving himself. I was horrified by the scene. I know they often help themselves release but this is different because right now he's doing it all alone, when I'm here with him. As I approached him he looked up from his phone and a silent cuss word left his mouth. We stared at each other for someone without saying anything and when I couldn't handle the staring contest anymore I turned around to leave but Richmond grabbed my hand, stopping me from leaving. "I'm sorry love, it's not what you think." He apologized, rubbing his now growi
"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