Novel-novel oleh Theea covey

StephanieI arrived early.Dante wasn't the kind of man you kept waiting, at least not unless you wanted to play a dangerous game.The tavern was brightly lit, smoky and loud, just the way the rich BlueMoon wolves liked to play poor for an hour. I slid into a corner booth, crossing my legs and ordering something that burned going down. While the warmth settled in my chest, the stage lights blinked on.A girl stepped forward.She couldn't have been older than sixteen, draped in a plain brown dress that hung off her like a burden. Her hands trembled around the mic. And then came the whispers.“Why is she here?”“Her mother disgraced the entire bloodline.”“She should've died with her.”I turned, frowning. Paper scraps, crumpled receipts and cocktail napkins, flew towards the stage. The girl flinched but didn't run.“What's going on?” I asked the woman in the booth beside mine.She didn't even look away from her drink. “That's Celeste. Her mother killed herself last winter. As you know

The day of Dante's welcome party arrived. The ballroom was overflowing wirb Alpha's and Luna's from Evey corner of the continent, all sipping champagne like it was gossip, eagerly waiting for the performance of the Laurent's. Spokier alert : they would get a performance. Just… not the one they were promised.I stood quietly in a corner, sipping something fizzy and pretending I wasn't watching every movement like a hawk. My dress was a soft silver, my mask elegant and feathered, my composure, well, it was better than Vivian's vocal range.All of a sudden, it happened. The double doors swung open like we were in a drama penned by the Moon Goddess herself. And in walked HIM.Alpha Dante Davenport.Everything stopped. Conversations forse mid-word. Forks hovered in mid-air. It was like the universe itself had paused to fan itself with a handkerchief.He strode in with the confidence of a man who dominated the room. Whispers danced around him like fireflies in the air.“Is that Alpha Dant

Stephanie Dante's lips left mine but the imprint of his kiss still lingered. He leaned his forehead against mine and smiled.“You better know what you're doing,” he said. Then he pulled away like it hadn't just changed everything. As he turned and walked off, he glanced back with that cocky grin of his. “I'm looking forward to the party you're planning for me.” The nerve.I returned home in a daze, my fingers brushing over my lips as if trying to wipe away the memory. But it clung to me, heavy and hot, like the scent of him still trapped in my skin. I shook my head and made for the stairs, needing space, silence, anything.Instead, I got Vivian.She stepped into my oath like she'd been waiting, the smell of Jack's cologne trailing off her in waves. I almost laughed. Of course, she'd wear it like a badge.“Jack’s been waiting for you for over an hour,” she said, smug. “I helped entertain him.” Entertain. The word twisted something sharp in my gut.I leaned in, feigning a smile. “I

Stephanie“You should get back to the music room. We need new songs for the Opera House.” Howard said in his usual nonchalant tone.“Don't worry,” I said. “I'll write something unforgettable.”He smiled, unaware of the fire now lighting my soul.I left the garden in silence, trailing behind Howard as we made our way to the music room. When we arrived, he settled into the leather chair behind his desk with a sigh, already flipping open a folder like nothing had happened.I, on the other hand, crossed to the far side of the room, brushing my fingers lightly over the polished keys of the violin before settling on the harpsichord instead. It was always easier to think with something in my hands. The door creaked open just as I lifted my fingers.My stomach turned when I saw who it was. Who they were. Vivian waltzed in with a smile plastered on her perfect face, her arm looped through Jack's as if they hadn't just returned from sneaking around in the garden. I glanced around me and fe

StephanieThe world shattered around me in a symphony of cracking wood and shrieking wheels.One moment, I was seated in a carriage; the next, I'm sprawled on cold gravel, my limbs bent at impossible angles. Pain roared through me sharp and merciless. Blood pooled beneath me, soaking the silk of my gown. I parted my lips to scream, to call for help but only the bitter taste of blood and betrayal filled my mouth. Where did it all begin? Where did it all go wrong?I heard footsteps followed by a shrill scream.“You idiot!” Vivian, my step-sister shrieked, her voice sharp as shattered glass. “How could you hit her like that?! If she's dead, who will compose my songs?”Her voice trembled, not with grief, but with fury. A fury not meant for me but for her music.A low chuckle followed. Howard, my brother always calm in chaos. “What was I supposed to do? He said lazily. “She threatened to tell everyone what we did. Would you rather she ruin us?” “You're monsters,” I croaked or at least I