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Healing a rogue princess
Last Updated : 2025-01-19
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When Cynamon, a rogue she wolf meets her new boyfriend's best friend, a famous human actor named Zac, she fights hard not to give into the attraction. She did not want a mate, especially not one that will have her places in the limelight. But her wolf Zyca refuses to let her ignore it, and his friends, seeing the sparks flying, are also pushing them together. Things happen really fast, leaving them both kinda dizzy, and trying to find a foothold in their new life together. Why do Cynamon want to keep the relationship a secret ? What secret is she protecting that has cut the ties to her family ?
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Healing a rogue princess Was it a bad idea?
*Zac* The air crackles with the sound of gunfire. I see Evangeline's face, I am not sure I have ever seen anyone look that furious, but her eyes are full of determination, as she throws that paperweight. Then, it feels like the world is a blur. One second, I'm staring down the barrels of several very scary-looking guns; the next, I'm falling. Falling really fast to a certain dead. The wind screams past my ears, a deafening roar that drowns out the shouts and the still-echoing gunfire. As the ground rushes up to meet me, I close my eyes, hoping for a miracle. Suddenly it is like time slows, or actually I slow. My eyes springs open and Evangeline is there, holding me, her face pale, but her eyes blazing with relief. Those goddamn fairy wings are unfurled, shimmering like iridescent stained glass in the twilight. She looks strained, almost burdened by something heavy. Me. Her breathing is slightly laboured. She lets out a groan, and I feel like apologising for my size,
Last Updated : 2025-01-19Healing a rogue princess The battle begins
*Evangeline* The polished floor gleams under the harsh fluorescent lights of the corridor. My hand, still clasped tightly in Zac's, feels clammy. Each step echoes, amplifying the tension that coils in my gut. This place… it reeks of sterile efficiency, a thin veneer masking something far more sinister. Zac’s words about horrors still hang in the air, a chilling echo in the silent, imposing hallway. We're led into a vast, minimalist office. Braxton Hayes, the CEO, sits behind a massive desk, his face a mask of controlled composure. He looks like a hawk, sharp and predatory, his eyes scrutinizing us. “State your business,” his voice is smooth, devoid of any warmth. It's the voice of a man accustomed to power, accustomed to getting what he wants. Zac steps forward, his jaw tight. “We know about the werewolves.” The CEO raises an eyebrow, a barely perceptible movement. “I assure you, you have the wrong end of the stick.” His voice is laced with a disarming calm, a deliberate
Last Updated : 2025-01-12Healing a rogue princess A way in
*Nick* A week. A week of dead ends, each one a fresh stab of despair. Then, a crumpled napkin, discarded near an overflowing ashtray in a dimly lit bar… a name scribbled on the back: Miles Kendrick. Low-level security, gambling debts visible in the tremor of his hand, and a weakness for expensive bourbon. Cukier’s eyes, usually hidden behind a screen of nervous energy, gleam with predatory amusement. “Our key,” he murmurs, the words a low purr. “A little… persuasion, and Kendrick will be more than happy to unlock the President’s private suite. For a price, of course.” The Grand Hyatt looms, a steel and glass monolith against the bruised twilight sky. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of polished marble and expensive perfume, a stark contrast to the stale beer smell clinging to Kendrick. Cukier, a chameleon in a perfectly tailored suit, moves with a practiced grace that borders on supernatural. He isn’t just walking; he is gliding, his presence subtly erasing itself from t
Last Updated : 2025-01-11Healing a rogue princess Getting nowhere
*Zac* The stale air of the government office feels thick, suffocating. Nick sits rigidly beside me, his jaw tight, a stark contrast to my own simmering rage. This bureaucrat, a man whose tie is perfectly knotted but whose eyes hold the vacant stare of someone who’s seen too many PowerPoint presentations, leans back in his chair. He sips his lukewarm coffee, completely unfazed by my rising panic. "So, you want to speak to the President," he says, the words dripping with an unconcealed skepticism. "And… why is that exactly?" I open my mouth, the words catching in my throat. My carefully rehearsed speech about national security and Blackwood Industries evaporates. All I can think about is Cynamon, her face, the way her eyes used to sparkle… the horrifying possibility of what Blackwood is doing to her right now. "My… my fiancée," I stammer, the words sounding pathetic even to my own ears. "She’s been… taken. By Blackwood Industries. I need her back… our baby daughter needs her bac
Last Updated : 2025-01-05Healing a rogue princess Finding the president
*Nick* The rain lashes against the warehouse windows, a frantic percussion accompanying the frantic tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. Cukier’s hunched form is barely visible in the gloom across the table, the flickering laptop light catching the silver gleam of his pale skin. He’s muttering under his breath, a low, guttural rhythm punctuated by the occasional frustrated sigh. I can practically taste the tension in the air, thick and acrid like the smell of mildew clinging to the decaying walls. Zac’s raw grief and Evangeline’s simmering rage are palpable, but right now, my focus is laser-sharp: President Karina Horton. Her name, her public pronouncements on equality… they’re our only hope. A long shot, maybe, a desperate Hail Mary, but it’s better than nothing. Better than watching Zac self-destruct, or worse, seeing Evangeline unleash her fury on Blackwood Industries and ending up in a bloody, pointless war that only has one outcome… we die. I run my hand through my ha
Last Updated : 2025-01-03Healing a rogue princess Her fight
*Cynamon* No sounds seems to reach me in my cell at all, an eerie prelude to a day that will no doubt bring nothin but brutality. Sleep offered no solace; it was nothing but a fragmented landscape of Zac’s arms and Clementine’s scent, dissolving into the cold reality of this glass cage. In the cell beside me, Aunt Elowen, a ghost of her former self, sits hunched, her eyes mirroring my despair. We communicate in stolen glances, silent gestures across the glass… a desperate testament to our family’s resistance. Finally a sound, just a soft whoosh and they're here, soldiers, grabbing my arms, dragging me out and into another room. It looks like a medical wars in a horror movie. Two figures in white coats enters, their faces masked, their eyes cold. Fear, raw and visceral, claws at me. They strap me to the table, the cold metal biting into my skin. "Relax, subject," one of them says, his voice a flat monotone, "this won't hurt a bit." Lies, all lies. The needle enters my arm… a
Last Updated : 2024-12-29Healing a rogue princess A bloodthristy fairy
*Zac* The abandoned warehouse reeks of mildew and despair, a fitting backdrop for our desperate meeting. Rain hammers the corrugated iron roof, mirroring the storm inside me. We had managed to get in contact with Cynamon's brother and set up this meeting. He had been in hiding after a near capture, which is the reason he had not been able to warn Cynamon. He had hoped they did not know where to find her. So here we are, pretending to make plans like some heroes in an action movie. Across a scarred wooden table sits Cukier, his slightly wolfish features etched with grim determination, his usually vibrant eyes shadowed with worry. Nick sits beside him, having come no questions asked when I called. Evangeline, perched on a crate, radiates an unnervingly calm energy, her wings neatly folded, a stark contrast to the tension in the room. “Cynamon was taken to the Blackwood compound,” Cukier’s voice is low and gravelly. “They’ve been consolidating captured werewolves there for months.”
Last Updated : 2024-12-17Healing a rogue princess Enter the fairy realm
*LZ* The moment Evangeline's wings envelop us, the world blurs into a cascade of light, the pressure of reality bending around us. It feels like being in a dream, yet more vivid, the air tingling with a magic that's almost overwhelming. As we emerge from the light, and her wings unfold, I find myself standing in a place that defies all logic. The air here hums with life, the sky a canvas of perpetual twilight, painted in hues that shift subtly as I watch. Trees stretch upwards, their branches knitting together, creating a canopy that feels like a protective embrace. The ground underfoot is soft, covered in moss that glows faintly, and every plant seems to pulse with an internal light. Evangeline leads the way, her voice soft but urgent. "Welcome to the sanctuary, LZ. We must move quickly." The landscape is surreal, with flowers that emit their own light and creatures so small they could fit in the palm of my hand, flitting about with wings that leave trails of color. Clementine,
Last Updated : 2024-12-17Healing a rogue princess Fairy realm
*Zac* The clearing is eerily quiet as Evangeline and I arrive, her wings folding gracefully behind her. The signs of struggle are evident… trampled grass, scattered leaves, and the unmistakable impression of helicopter skids in the earth. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat a reminder of the urgency pressing down on us. I crouch down, running my fingers over the disturbed ground. "I need to go after them," I say, my voice barely a whisper. The realization that Cynamon was taken from this very spot tightens something in my chest. Fear and frustration coil within me, threatening to unravel my composure. Evangeline stands beside me, her presence a strangely comforting anchor. "We’ll find her, Zac. But we need to be smart about it.” When I don’t respond she continues. “I know you are very capable, but you are human… they literally have an army.” I know she is right of course, so I nod, trying to rein in the panic clawing at my insides. My mind races, jumping from one thought to th
Last Updated : 2024-12-13
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*Cynamon*I have just gotten into the car when I receive a text, so I pull out my phone and read it. ‘Are you on your way honey ... I am getting hungry’.‘Just got in my car ... but I need to drive slow not to ruin the cakes and also find my way to the middle of nowhere. So it will take a bit.. be patient’. I shake my head as I put my phone away ... men !Turning on the GPS and pushing in the address is the first thing I do, before turning on my car and starting my journey to deliver the cupcakes I have created. That is what I do, create specially ordered cupcakes ... and to toot my own horn a bit, I can make almost anything you can imagine.I was hired by my kin...
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