Novels by Blessing011

EpilogueThe prison cafeteria reeked of overcooked beans and the dried sweat of the inmates. Metal trays clattered through the room as inmates filed through the line.Kai sat at the far end of a long, scratched table, his hair now looked very rough and unkempt and his eyes hollow.Prison had stripped him of everything… hihis its, his money but more of all his pride. All that remained was a man clinging to the scraps of who he used to be.“Hey, pretty boy,” a sneering voice cut through the din.Kai looked up to see three bulky inmates approaching, their tattoos crawling up their necks, their knuckles already tightening. He tried to look away, to focus on his food, but one of them slammed a fist onto the table, rattling his tray.“You think you’re better than us, huh?” another spat.Kai opened his mouth to retort, that old arrogance sparking for a second.. but the words never came.What could he say? After all he was no better than any one of them.Then, from nowhere, the first punch la

Our journey recapThe silence was awkward for a beat. Raina sat in the chair near his bed, her hands knotted in her lap. She hadn’t the room all night, even after the doctors reassured her he’d be fine, her and Margeret both.He could still feel her fingers trembling against his during the worst of the pain.“You should go home. Rest,” Aaron said quietly, not looking at her.“I’m not tired.”“Your eyes say otherwise.”She offered a weak smile. “And yours say you’re a terrible patient.”Aaron chuckled softly, then winced and pressed a hand gently to his side. Raina moved without thinking, sitting forward, her hand brushing against his arm instinctively.“You shouldn't joke yet,” she murmured, her eyes searching his face. “You could’ve died, Aaron.”His gaze dropped to where her fingers lingered on his wrist. There was a pause, something unspoken in the air.“You were worried about me,” he said, lifting his head slowly.Raina frowned, about to deny it—but the words caught in her throat

The morning sun slipped through the tall curtains, casting a warm into Raina’s room.She stirred awake slowly, her mind still wrapped around the memory of last night… the kiss. Aaron’s kiss.The warmth of it still lingered on her lips, so vivid, so alive, as though it had happened just a breath ago.She lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, her heart betraying her with how it fluttered at the memory. It felt so perfect. So right. And for the first time in a long time, the war inside her chest had gone quiet.But she couldn’t let herself drown in the emotions of it, not again.She had to be careful, even if every part of her screamed to trust him.With a sharp exhale, she pushed herself upright, brushing a hand through her hair. Focus, Raina.She reached for her phone on the nightstand, and swiped it open.A few notifications blinked across the screen… emails, messages, headlines. She scrolled idly, until one headline caught her breath in her throat.“Businessman Kai Ash

The crowd in the hall hushed in anticipation, all eyes fixed on Mr. Kingston, all waiting for him to say who the heir to the Kingston empire would be.Aaron felt his chest tighten, his hands trembling slightly, although he didn't let it show.Even if he always behaved sometimes like he didn't want it, or didn't care, it has always been his goal, to be head of the empire.On the other end of the hall, Lucas stood, his expression remained unreadable still, masking the pressure boiling up within.Mr. Kingston’s gaze swept over the audience, his voice deep and commanding, resonating through the entire hall.“And so,” he continued, pausing long enough to let the silence stretch taut, “I have made my decision.For too long, the rivalry between my sons has threatened not only their bond but the stability of what we’ve built. Yet recently, I’ve seen a change… an undeniable shift.I've seen a willingness to work together, to find strength not in division but in unity.”He lifted his glass, the

The celebration was in full swing when Aaron led Raina through the grand hall. Music drifted softly from a live ensemble, and the air carried the scent of expensive wine and fresh orchids.Aaron, ever the gentleman, guided Raina to a quieter corner before excusing himself to fetch drinks. “I’ll be right back,” he said with a reassuring smile, his hand lingering against hers for a second longer than necessary. Then he disappeared into the crowd.Left on her own, Raina inhaled slowly, steadying herself. The grandeur of the Kingston Estate brought back memories of her time here.When Aaron left here in a filth of rage and almost lost his life, when she first met Lucas and Elise.She was still absorbing it all when a familiar presence approached.“Raina.”The voice was soft yet firm and it belonged to Margaret Kingston.She was dressed in an elegant gown of deep emerald, she carried herself with the grace of a woman who knew her influence was absolute.Her expression, however, was not ste

Aaron sat behind the broad mahogany desk in his study, the late afternoon light spilling through his tall windows and casting warm feel into the room.He had been buried in paperwork from his company.He had spent so much time attending to the drama around him, he lost track of some major happenings at his company.His mind only half on the documents in front of him, when a discreet knock broke the silence.“Come in,” Aaron said, looking up.One of the household staff stepped inside, carrying a silver tray. Upon it lay a single sealed envelop. The servant approached and bowed slightly.“A letter, sir. Delivered directly from the Kingston estate.”Aaron raised a brow, curiosity softening his expression. He set aside his pen and took the envelope, recognizing the insignia of his father’s house pressed in wax. With careful fingers, he broke the seal and unfolded the parchment.It was an invitation from his father.He squinted his eyes, going through the letter word for word.The triumph

"I just can't believe this is really happening."Ayla stood before the grand hall, her breath caught in her throat. For the air was filled with the sound of laughter and music, chatter of people joyful in celebration, for it was a cause for merrymaking-a fulfillment of a well-waited-for moment, for after months passed by trials and battles which brought heartaches, it had finally come:Her wedding.Her real wedding.She now turned to Ethan; her heart soaring with so much love, the intensity in his eyes keeping hers with force-the many somersaults happened within her, strong and hot oozing out in every direction. And mostly, he stood tall, an Alpha. The gaze that hit her-as if he were none other than only hers-took out all that effect."You are beautiful," he whispered.Ayla smiled, soft eyes to his. "You are perfect," she said, her tone husky low.Her hand found his, and he squeezed, offering a reassuring smile. All the betrayal, the loss, the danger-everything isn't a factor as they

"Please…spare me."Trembling in fear, words stuttered through the lips of Sophie as she knelt down in front of the council with her once proud posture now shredded. Her hands so tender and well manicured shook on the ice-cold stone floor. The grand hall of the White Fang Pack closed in around her, its high, vaulted ceiling little barrier for the oppressive weight of a hundred accusing eyes. Every murmured whisper, every hiss of disapproval was a blow.Once, she had stood at the pinnacle, the Luna of Moon Shadow Pack. Her beauty, her guile, and a keen mind had placed her there. She had ruled with a rod of iron; her will was absolute. She was feared, respected. Now, though, she was nothing.The air hung heavy with judgment, thick. She was degraded from being once respected to no more than a desperate beggar on her knees in front of people who at one time bowed to her. But fate had sealed from that particular moment when the truth made her stand exposed as a betrayer, while from then on,

Ethan chuckled darkly, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers surrounding Silas and Liam. “Outnumbered? No, Silas. I'm just better prepared.”Before Silas could reply, Ethan raised his hand in a sharp motion, and his men surged forward.“Attack!” Ethan's voice boomed across the battlefield.There came the resounding clang of steel to steel as Ethan's men hit Silas and Liam's lot. Blades shimmered in the moonlight, and snarls from wolves that had taken their transformed form were raised high in the air.Silas charged, swinging his sword into one of the soldiers of Ethan. "You fools think you can take me down?" he roared, the blows powerful but wild.Ethan watched above, his keen eyes judging the action. "Silas, you have always been good at giving orders," he said in a low tone, "but strategy-just where you always fall short."On the other side, Liam kept back, his eyes darting on the happenings on the field. His mind worked hard. This wasn't how this should go. How did Ethan know?”"Liam!

A dull, throbbing ache was the first sensation to greet Ayla as she regained consciousness. its focus in her abdomen, threatening to engulf her whole body. The effort of trying to turn sent a sharp sting coursing through her ribs.A small whimper tore from her lips.The room was dark, heavy with the scent of herbs and antiseptic. She became conscious of the warmth of the blankets tangled around her, the wooden ceiling of her bedroom in the pack house.She was in her bedroom and still alive.It came piece by piece, that knowledge, but before any other awareness could surface, a low husky voice sliced through the quiet."Ayla…"Her heart spasmed.Ethan.She forced her heavy eyelids open, blinking against the soft glow of the bedside lamp.There he was, sitting beside her, his face pale, his jaw tight with emotion. His dark eyes, always so fierce and commanding, now held something else. Fear and Guilt.Ayla swallowed, trying to find her voice. "Ethan…?"His hand immediately covered hers.

The execution ground was dead silent.Countless couples watched in a scene with bated breath as Liam was dragged to the front with hands and legs in heavy irons, his shoulder squared despite such a weight weighing down on him with his prospective death. Yet, his face displayed not a smidgen of emotion, tranquil as it was.Arms bound, the warriors standing around him gripped his arms in firm holds of flexed muscle, eyes flickering to and from each other in silent consensus. Nobody was trusting Liam, even chained.Ethan stood at the head; a gold stud that shone bright and flashed with fury almost stirred. At his sides, fists were bunched, barely repressing the wolf inside his skin.This was it, the moment he had been waiting for.The moment when it all came to an end. The moment when Liam's betrayal was finally going to be answered in blood.The elder of the council stepped forward and cleared his throat."Liam Hayes, you have been found guilty of treason against the White Fang Pack. Yo

The heavy iron door groaned while it swung open, its creaking echoing and breaking the suffocative silence of the dimly lit corridor. The scraping of boots on stone resounded through the space, rattling chains along. The air was thick with damp earth, rusted metal, and impending death.The guards dragged Liam from his cell, and Liam was not a man to show resistance. He said nothing, struggled not, gave no flinch to Cold Iron, biting into his skin with the shackles. He just walked forward, straight, expressionless, his gait even.But inside, his mind was far from still.He knew it, the instant Silas fell; just like that, it was over. No bargaining, no appeal. It was sealed; he had chosen his path, and now he would walk it to its bitter conclusion.But even knowing that-even knowing his life would be over before the sun set-there was only one thing on his mind.Ayla.She was out there, beyond these cold, unyielding walls. And soon he would see her one last time.The thought should have