Novels by Blessing011

After everything Aaron had just heard from his father, his mood was dark and heavy. He leaned back against the leather seat in the back of the car, closing his eyes briefly as the driver maneuvered through the city traffic.“I just want to get home, shut everything out, and have some damn peace,” he thought bitterly.Tomorrow was the auction event—one of the biggest of the year—and he had a lot riding on it. He’d reminded Raina earlier to pick out a nice dress for the evening. Last time, it had been their personal tailor who dressed her, and to his surprise, she had looked absolutely stunning. The moment they walked into the room together, he noticed the stares. Heads had turned. Men, women, everyone had taken notice of her.But this time was different. She was picking the dress herself. And given her modest, working-class background, he couldn’t help but worry that she might choose something… underwhelming. Maybe even cheap. He wasn’t trying to be harsh, but appearances mattered at t

“Sorry,” Raina said softly, trying to keep her voice steady, “but I want to ask— is this about the shopping bag I walked in with? Because if it is, I didn’t ask Aaron for anything. If anything… he insisted.”Margaret looked up from where she sat, her eyes sharp, unreadable. “So did Jessica,” she said coldly.That name again. Raina shifted slightly in her seat.“She didn’t want help either. At first,” Margaret continued, her voice steady, almost too calm. “Then she got used to it. Shopping, socializing, playing the part of the devoted partner. But ambition? That vanished the moment she realized she didn’t have to try anymore. She got comfortable. Dependent. And then… entitled.”Raina bit the inside of her cheek. She knew she had to tread carefully. “This lady, Jessica, and I are two different people. You can’t compare us without actually getting to know me.”“Well,” Margaret said with a small shrug, “you can’t blame me for being cautious. You’re not the first woman to walk into Aaron’s

“I’ll just go drop this upstairs and then I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Raina said politely, offering Margaret a small smile before she turned and made her way up the staircase, each step feeling heavier than the last.As she walked, a flurry of uneasy thoughts crowded her mind. This was the second time Aaron’s mother had specifically requested to speak with her, and Raina hadn’t forgotten how uncomfortable the first conversation had been. It wasn’t just the cold tone or the dismissive words—there was something deeply unsettling about being under Margaret’s scrutiny. Why did she want to talk again? Was it because Raina had dared to ask if she’d done something wrong? Did that somehow offend her?She entered the room and gently placed the shopping bag on the bed. Thet rustling of the fabric inside felt oddly loud in the room. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Raina slowly removed off her heels, setting them carefully by the wardrobe.Aaron still hadn’t told her what to say if any of hi

“Like hell I will,” Raina snapped, brushing past a rack of dresses with defiance. “Even if the world was crashing around me, I can never see myself asking that rude man for anything.”Ariel rolled her eyes and followed after her. “You’re really letting pride run the show, huh?”“It’s not pride, it’s principle,” Raina muttered as she moved deeper into the store. her footsteps, her fingers trailing along silky gowns.“Okay, fine. Let’s pretend it’s principle,” Ariel replied, arms folded. “But facts are facts. If I remember correctly, you spent over five million dollars just getting the RainWoven building ready. That’s not even counting the cost of materials, suppliers, production, shipping—and all the other chaos that came with launching your line.”Raina didn’t respond immediately. She simply stared at a row of glimmering gowns.“And now, if you’re thinking of doing something even close to that again,” Ariel continued, “you’re going to need the same amount—or more. And, if we’re being

“And she doesn’t even know how to design the dress properly. I mean, if you’re going to steal someone’s design, at least do it well,” Ariel said, holding the sleeves if the dressRaina stared at the dress for a long moment. It was a dress she’d sketched and developed months ago and the tailoring was off. The color palette was completely wrong. It lacked the soul, the story behind the design.She let out a soft sigh and said. “On a normal day, I would’ve been furious seeing this,” she said. “But I can’t afford to be mad anymore. It’s not my design. Rainwoven doesn’t belong to me now.”Ariel’s eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms. “Okay, see, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You need to stop beating yourself up like this. I thought your mood was just a one-time thing, but lately, all you do is bring it up. You’re spiraling, Raina. And since your driver’s not here yet, we’ve got a few minutes—so we’re going to talk about it. Properly.”Without waiting for Raina’s agreement, Ariel

“Hold on. Let me get this straight,” Lucas said, his brows furrowed in suspicion as he leaned against the edge of his desk. “If Raina’s last name is Weston, and my financial instructor’s name is Ryan Weston… does that mean they’re related?”Elise folded her arms tightly over her chest, her expression unreadable but clearly calculating. “Well, there’s no way it’s a coincidence. People don’t just randomly share last names and happen to be in the same city, let alone orbiting the same business circle. It has to mean something.”Lucas turned toward his secretary, who still stood awkwardly by the door, unsure if she should stay or leave. “Is Ryan reachable?” he asked, his tone shifting from confused to demanding.“Yes, sir,” she replied with a respectful nod. “The injuries from the accident aren’t life-threatening. He’s still recovering, but I’m sure he can take a phone call.”“Good. I need him on the phone. Now.”Without another word, the secretary gave a slight bow of acknowledgment and

"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