It's only now that I realize the 'new management' is Mecury. “You seem surprised?” He notes carefully studying my reaction. He is sitting on top of the desk, leaning back just enough to expose his frame. The angle exposing his polished chest as his shirt is only half buttoned up.“Of course, I'm surprised. What are you doing here?” I question with my eyebrow raised. Taking in the large spaced office with minimal ergonomic furniture. Looking without a smidgen of dust, you could see your own reaction from the marbled floor. With huge thick black curtains covering the the window. Though still with perfect lighting. “I thought your friend told about the new management,” he reminds me. Also, remembering I might have made a fool of myself in front of the man expected to hire me. But I have a feeling that's exactly what he wanted. “ She didn't tell me it was you. Because why would I have wasted my time?" I ask. Desperately needing this job, but I'm not giving him the satisfaction of it. Su
Indeed, Ingrid helps me out throughout the day. Teaching me everything I need to know. I haven't seen Mecury all day, as I was still waiting for him to say he's joking.Still, I don't believe he's genuine about. Ingrid tries to convince me, but I just don't trust Mecury.I take pictures of the contract and send them to Kellie. I just want her to check them for me.She promised to and that she'll get back to me.Later that day, Ingrid accompanies us home."You should join us for dinner," I suggest before stepping out of the car."I wish I can. But I have somewhere to rush to," she responds." That's fine. Maybe next time, " I say." I'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice night." I step out of the car into the driveway."Drive safe," I wave with a warm smile. She nods with a wave and I close the car. Soon she's driving down the street, leaving me alone in the driveway.I finally decide to go inside. Still, a little cooked up about today. I don't even know how I'll explain it to my parents.
I drove to my first day at work, not expecting more. Not expecting less. Thought still not sure to sign the contract yet. Or rather to trustAs I was expected start working. With Ingrid helping there and there. .And the restaurant really packed for some reason. But the day soon, casually starts and everything seems good. Well as good as place filled with a bunch of rich people can get."Busy day today I guess," I note as more people come in." Yeah. Since Mr. Guerrero took over the restaurant has been growing," Ingrid responds.I'm still speaking with Ingrid when couple comes to me. Her angry husband narrowing his eyes at me."I don't like your attitude and I'm going to tell your boss about it," he points out visibly angry. Well apparently we didn't get along well earlier. Apparently his cup of tea was too cold, then too hot. Typical rich people problems; I should know." Thank you for coming at our restaurant. Please enjoy the rest of your day," I fake a smile, but maybe he expects
Almost 6 Year's later: In the restaurant I’m still wrapping up ready to leave. It’s already past noon and I should be getting ready to pick my son from school. “Is your car already back?” Ingrid probes concerned. “Are you even okay to come to work?” She searches worries. To be honest I don’t blame her worry. I think I should be equally worried too. But worry is not an option now. Well my car got damaged because a sloshed asshole ran into me last night. But yes I guess clocking off late from work has consequences.“Yes I’m fine, I think. The car still needs a few days,” I report. She sighs looking at me earnestly. “You really need to relax, Avianna,” she says. Well I have no time to relax. Christmas is around the corner, and I owe presents. I can’t just relax.“Christmas is around the corner Ingrid,” I remind her. She rolls her eyes defeated. “But no, my car is not fixed,” I add. “How are you going to fetch Ed from school?” she worries. I sigh, as I think that I possibly
A handsome gentleman stands in front of me. His forest green eyes staring back at mine. His soft warm fingers laced around my jaw. I feel lost in his eyes for a moment too long. My brain still processing his words. I finally snap out of his spell, remembering he’s a complete stranger in my kitchen. Sparks fly as his fingers stroke my chin. His touch, his voice, makes all the memories flood back. “Who are you?” I force his hands out of my face. But his hands still manages to get tangled between my fingers. A jolt of electricity flies through my finger, making my stomach flutter. “Mom?” I hear Edwards voice from behind. I break free from the man rushing towards him. I pull him to the side trying to be as quiet as possible. He looks at me confused still holding a video game controller on his hand. “What have I told you about strangers?” I whisper anger still visible in my voice. “But mom he’s not a stranger. He’s my father,” he claims so sure. “You’ve never seen this man before and h
My son and I sat in his room gazing out the window. Through the window you can see the thick forest only miles away from our house. Though no one paid much attention to it as no one was allowed to go into the woods. Though at rare times they might go hunting in the forest. But that never stopped my little adventure boy from wondering. So we were duly familiar with the forest. “Well since I’m not allowed to play video games, can you at least let me play in the real trees,” he pleads abiding by the window. I exhale as I thought I might as well get some fresh air since I’m also grounded. “Only if I get to come with you,” I tell him. He beams at me enraptured with joy. “Race you to the river!” he yells carelessly leaping out of the window. “Edward!” I screech my heart caught on my throat. I rush to the window to see him perfectly landed on the ground. “Don’t do that. You going to hurt yourself,” I panic still looking at the distance from the window to the floor. “C’mon mom. Jump!”
When night came we got ready for dinner. I help my mother in the kitchen prepare dinner for everyone. Everyone else sat in the dining room chatting, silently. With Mr Venandi still around, and seems to be getting along fine with Edward. Even though I'm not a fan of his appearance, I can deny that my son is happy that his father is here. “ You know maybe he's not bad as you think. He really wants to be a part of his son's life," my mother notices my absent mindedness, as I silently work around the kitchen. “ Maybe. But I'm not even sure he's the father. He appeared out of nowhere," I tell her. My mother gives me a prolonged judgemental look after hearing my statement. “ Don't look at me like that. I was desperate," I respond. “ Look I understand. But I doubt a rich man like him would appear out of nowhere and claim to be your son's father," she claims. But who am I to know what rich people are up to these days. I'm not rich anymore. “How do you even know he's rich?" I question her.
I zoned in the car whilst being driven away. I didn't understand what they were so excited about, but I didn't get any answers either. Rain pattering in the windshield as the skies darken further. Being trapped inside the restaurant I didn't see the much change of the weather outside. But now I can smell the storm coming. Lighting softly flickering in the sky, as the mamba black clouds gather. Maybe I'm actually glad they are taking me home. I'd rather be chilling in my room, listening to the rain than working. Or maybe a hot shower, better yet a long hot bath. Soon the car stops in the gate of my house. The rain outside already starting to fall harder. Like rocks hitting against the roof of the car. I step outside rushing to the house, but a strong firm hand stops me. I turn around to meet, Mr. Venandi who's stopping me from moving. “Come with me. There's something I must show you first," his tone commands and yet pleading at the same time. What did he mean? My clothes already
Right now I'm in Mecury's still shocked by the news. She's Mecury's niece? And it's him who has been hiding her from me all this time. That's why it took so long to find her. “ So all this time you've been hiding her from me. You thought I'd never find out? “ " I know you Tyrian. I know you better than anyone, “ he tells me. Yes it's true we've been friends since we were young. And it was always really weird because not only is he not part of my kingdom, but he's not a wolf either. Neither is he human, he's a vampire. Or rather a vampire king full of mischief. We met in one of many meetings where my father took me. He might look young, but he's a older than me. When I took the the title, he had already been reigning for years now. And he's the only one who seemed to understand me better than the rest. Even though he's a vampire, he doesn't make want to tear his head off everytime I look at him. Well not until today.“ So you haven't tried your chances with her already?" I question
Yes today was supposed to be my wedding day. And that's what the whole kingdom anticipated , and were very unquiet about it. They have been awaiting this day for many years. The day they finally find their queen. What's a great kingdom without the essence of her; they say. Impatient for this very day. And I know they will be disappointed knowing there will be no marriage between me and Valerie. As they all believed that this bring even exaltion to the Kingdom. But I can't bring myself to do this to my own mate. At least she be the one that refuses to take the throne. I didn't take anyone with me , as I left the pack. I guess I'm still not ready yet for everyone to know about my human mate. It's a jarring surprise that an old troublesome friend of my resides in the same. Causing mishaps as he goes. It's not really surprising of him; trouble is his middle name. “ It's been a little while since I last saw Mecury. What kind of trouble is he into this time," Draco wonders as we stop
Tyrian's POV: A few years back at the club: I'm angry as usual. Because someone decided to waste my whole day over nonsense that I don't care. I can't believe I flew all the from home for this. “ It's full of humans," Draco sneers. “ I don't like humans," he adds. Something he has told me a million times already. He says they smell funky, and their weakness makes him feel sick. Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off. “ It was recommended to us by a human. What did you expect?" I question him, already stepping out of the car. Headed to the direction where music is blasting. Already drunk humans, waltzing around some even puking on the trash cans. Worse are those that do it in
I zoned in the car whilst being driven away. I didn't understand what they were so excited about, but I didn't get any answers either. Rain pattering in the windshield as the skies darken further. Being trapped inside the restaurant I didn't see the much change of the weather outside. But now I can smell the storm coming. Lighting softly flickering in the sky, as the mamba black clouds gather. Maybe I'm actually glad they are taking me home. I'd rather be chilling in my room, listening to the rain than working. Or maybe a hot shower, better yet a long hot bath. Soon the car stops in the gate of my house. The rain outside already starting to fall harder. Like rocks hitting against the roof of the car. I step outside rushing to the house, but a strong firm hand stops me. I turn around to meet, Mr. Venandi who's stopping me from moving. “Come with me. There's something I must show you first," his tone commands and yet pleading at the same time. What did he mean? My clothes already
When night came we got ready for dinner. I help my mother in the kitchen prepare dinner for everyone. Everyone else sat in the dining room chatting, silently. With Mr Venandi still around, and seems to be getting along fine with Edward. Even though I'm not a fan of his appearance, I can deny that my son is happy that his father is here. “ You know maybe he's not bad as you think. He really wants to be a part of his son's life," my mother notices my absent mindedness, as I silently work around the kitchen. “ Maybe. But I'm not even sure he's the father. He appeared out of nowhere," I tell her. My mother gives me a prolonged judgemental look after hearing my statement. “ Don't look at me like that. I was desperate," I respond. “ Look I understand. But I doubt a rich man like him would appear out of nowhere and claim to be your son's father," she claims. But who am I to know what rich people are up to these days. I'm not rich anymore. “How do you even know he's rich?" I question her.
My son and I sat in his room gazing out the window. Through the window you can see the thick forest only miles away from our house. Though no one paid much attention to it as no one was allowed to go into the woods. Though at rare times they might go hunting in the forest. But that never stopped my little adventure boy from wondering. So we were duly familiar with the forest. “Well since I’m not allowed to play video games, can you at least let me play in the real trees,” he pleads abiding by the window. I exhale as I thought I might as well get some fresh air since I’m also grounded. “Only if I get to come with you,” I tell him. He beams at me enraptured with joy. “Race you to the river!” he yells carelessly leaping out of the window. “Edward!” I screech my heart caught on my throat. I rush to the window to see him perfectly landed on the ground. “Don’t do that. You going to hurt yourself,” I panic still looking at the distance from the window to the floor. “C’mon mom. Jump!”
A handsome gentleman stands in front of me. His forest green eyes staring back at mine. His soft warm fingers laced around my jaw. I feel lost in his eyes for a moment too long. My brain still processing his words. I finally snap out of his spell, remembering he’s a complete stranger in my kitchen. Sparks fly as his fingers stroke my chin. His touch, his voice, makes all the memories flood back. “Who are you?” I force his hands out of my face. But his hands still manages to get tangled between my fingers. A jolt of electricity flies through my finger, making my stomach flutter. “Mom?” I hear Edwards voice from behind. I break free from the man rushing towards him. I pull him to the side trying to be as quiet as possible. He looks at me confused still holding a video game controller on his hand. “What have I told you about strangers?” I whisper anger still visible in my voice. “But mom he’s not a stranger. He’s my father,” he claims so sure. “You’ve never seen this man before and h
Almost 6 Year's later: In the restaurant I’m still wrapping up ready to leave. It’s already past noon and I should be getting ready to pick my son from school. “Is your car already back?” Ingrid probes concerned. “Are you even okay to come to work?” She searches worries. To be honest I don’t blame her worry. I think I should be equally worried too. But worry is not an option now. Well my car got damaged because a sloshed asshole ran into me last night. But yes I guess clocking off late from work has consequences.“Yes I’m fine, I think. The car still needs a few days,” I report. She sighs looking at me earnestly. “You really need to relax, Avianna,” she says. Well I have no time to relax. Christmas is around the corner, and I owe presents. I can’t just relax.“Christmas is around the corner Ingrid,” I remind her. She rolls her eyes defeated. “But no, my car is not fixed,” I add. “How are you going to fetch Ed from school?” she worries. I sigh, as I think that I possibly
I drove to my first day at work, not expecting more. Not expecting less. Thought still not sure to sign the contract yet. Or rather to trustAs I was expected start working. With Ingrid helping there and there. .And the restaurant really packed for some reason. But the day soon, casually starts and everything seems good. Well as good as place filled with a bunch of rich people can get."Busy day today I guess," I note as more people come in." Yeah. Since Mr. Guerrero took over the restaurant has been growing," Ingrid responds.I'm still speaking with Ingrid when couple comes to me. Her angry husband narrowing his eyes at me."I don't like your attitude and I'm going to tell your boss about it," he points out visibly angry. Well apparently we didn't get along well earlier. Apparently his cup of tea was too cold, then too hot. Typical rich people problems; I should know." Thank you for coming at our restaurant. Please enjoy the rest of your day," I fake a smile, but maybe he expects