Novels by Bright Writer

Celine's POVClouds. Beautiful clouds drifting away, soft, weightless, pregnant with beauty. I traced invisible lines on the window, a feeling of nostalgia towards the city beneath us as the airplane approached the airport.Last time I was in a plane like this, my heart was heavy, full of grief, hurt, bitterness and uncertainty but today, returning back to the place I left months ago, I shared the characteristics of the clouds-weightless, beautiful and alive.“Are you ready?” A masculine voice asked, softly.I smiled at him in response and nodded softly. “It's good to be back.”A fleet of cars was awaiting us when we alighted and they greeted us with a magnitude of respect. Half an hour later, we checked in at the hotel we'd be staying at and I ordered some berry parfait, Greek yogurt and honey to deal with the jet lag.“Are you sure you're ready for this? I can do it on your behalf, you know.”I chuckled slightly as I scooped another spoonful of my yoghurt. “How long do you want to k

Trent's POV“How's she feeling Doctor?” I asked, worriedly as the pack doctor emerged from Arianna's room.“She's fine, it was a false heart attack. She simply had a little myocardial infarction. She needs to rest properly and I'll do the necessary work up and all.” He assured me.I heaved a sign of relief and signed off the necessary consent forms before going ahead to see her in her room. She looked pale and smiled weakly at me.“Alpha Trent, I'm sorry I got you worried.” She apologized.I smiled and patted her head. Arianna was more than a beta to me, she's my best-friend’s sister. He died saving my life and made me promise to never let her get hurt.“I'm not mad at you Arianna, I'm just relieved you're fine.” I assured her.She hugged my body tightly and began to cry, I was alarmed and patted her back, gently.“I'm so sorry you're going through all this trouble for me. I was so scared, I thought I was going to die.” She cried.“You're not permitted to die, not on my watch. I'll do

Gwen’s POVBy dawn, I was done packing my belonging, it was pretty much a suitcase and a leather bag. I decided to retrieve from Trent’s room the reaming half of the pendant Alpha Ryan claimed to have found on me when I was rescued.It was split in two and given to Trent when he knew we were mates. It was the only clue to my real identity and finding my family; if I have one left.Trent's door creak silently and I stealthily walked in, the pendant was in a chest in his lower dresser opposite his bed so I went there directly and retrievedI froze midway back to the door- a too familiar scent hit me, his and Arianna. I squinted my eyes and saw little movement in the distance. I stood still- soft moans renting the air. I felt a prick at my hearting, excruciatingly crippling. Then the moans got bold, loud.“ Trent…oh god,yes” Arianna moaned.My brain refused to function- my limbs stiffened and gave passage to excruciating pain to embrace every nerve. After a minute of listening to the so

Gwen’s POVBeta Arianna is sick. The wedding is off.My throat felt parched as I let out a dry, sarcastic laughter. Of course the wedding is called off- for the eighth time.Wedding called off through a text. Romantic.Pitiful sighs and muffled tones all around reminded me I was still wearing my wedding veil, waiting at the altar for a man who repeatedly trampled on my heart like it was dirt.Dozens of notification flooded my phone, I opened it to find pictures of my supposed husband-to-be, carrying Arianna- the woman he truly cared about, in his arms, softness in his eyesI scoffed softly. ‘So much for hoping for the best.’With my heads held high, I walked out, elegantly holding the excess of my dress, every breath painful- every step laced with blazing determination.When I arrived home, the maids whispered- they were expectant of the ‘unavoidable situation’ but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get out of the wedding gown I'd worn.“Are you alright?” Granny Bridget asked as she brou