Novels by Tosraheal Writes

Caleb POVMy mother strong-armed me to this soirée of hers; she spends the huge palace resources just to create a fantasy meeting of me meeting an aristocratic lady of choice.I got tired of coming since it was always the same set of people with the Lycan males' usual groveling and the females' their simpering nonsense.By the time my mother entered the hall, I caught a scent that was unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. I kept wondering if the chefs had come up with something good today; at least that would help with the coming boredom.Before I could get to my seat, I was stopped by Minister Lakewood, who manages our external trade with humans.“My dear prince, I have been meaning to see you,” he said while bowing expansively. “Really? Is anything the matter?” I asked.“No, no, it's nothing. My daughter comes of age next week, and I was hoping I could invite you as a chief guest to represent the royal family. I hope you can do me the honor.”‘How displeasing,’ was my first thou

Opportunities truly come, just that only the prepared get to use them.My desire to escape didn’t match up with the preparedness that I needed, but I didn’t know that then.“The palace will host a soirée tonight, it’s the Queen’s orders. Every maid is expected to help.”“Even me?” I asked, eyebrows arching.“Especially you,” Mary grimaced. “The queen insists everyone works. You will be assisting with the main hall prep. Think of it as…another punishment.”Wonderful, I thought, at least I would have more opportunities to look around instead of just staying in the kitchen. Who knows if I could find a much better means to escape.As I worked with the other maids, different scents drifted from roasted meats, soups drenched in sweet wines; the kitchen was alive like a beehive.“You look exhausted,” Mary added.I shot her a look. “We get five hours of sleep, Mary.”“That’s a luxury here,” she whispered.When Peter barked orders again, Mary moved away, leaving me alone with mountains of dish

“The most important rule is never to address or initiate a talk with the royals.You are at the bottom of the hierarchy, and you should act like that.If a royal member orders something, you provide it.Never look a royal in the eyes or else meet the consequences.”"You will learn the rest as you work, but these three rules are what you should live by, or else death for you and your clan."“Oh, wow,” I murmured.“You there…”What is she pointing at me?I looked around to be sure I was imagining things.“You! The one turning” I looked at her, a question burning through my eyes at her.“Step forward, your name?”“Gina,” I answered.“So, Gina, share with us what you were mumbling about.”I was shocked. She heard me?“Oh yes, I did,” she replied.Can she read minds, too?She replied, “I can’t read your mind, Gina, but your thoughts are clearly written on your face.”“Let this be a lesson for you all: never speak unnecessarily. I will hear, if I can, the royal family can too.”She turned t

“Chief steward, apologies for keeping you waiting. I’m glad you honored our pack!”I heard my so-called father say as he approached a wiry-looking man with gaunt but stern features. His stance showed he was probably someone to be respected, especially with the way my father was currying favor towards him.“Well… Alpha Hane, I do not have much time to spend here. You sent a message that you have something good for the palace this year?” he asked, but it was more of a statement.My father had ignored me, concentrating on the steward like his life depended on it, even though I was dragged by boss Dane to this waiting room.The steward was eyeing me on the side like I was prime meat, ever since my father and I entered; I can guess from the cynical expression on his face that he was weighing whether I was worth the effort of his coming.“Oh yes, chief steward.”My father moved close to me. “I am offering my dearest daughter to the royal palace this year. She has been specially tutored and

Gina POVSheila Adam had never thought of herself as special; being born an orphan meant the odds were always truly stacked against her, and she had never found a place to belong.So here she was staring at the ragged ceiling of a cave, looking at weeds growing out and stones of various shapes around, seeming to fit into the desolate life she had always belonged to.“How fitting,” she said into the air. The last thing I remember was being in a shootout with a bank robber who was holding some children hostage. I got shot while trying to save them, but now I’m suddenly here?While trying to figure out what was wrong and the sudden change in locations, she heard voices from afar.“Men search all the caves here, don’t let her escape, she is our key!”“Are those men looking for me? How did I get here?” Confusion reigned supreme in her thoughts. It made no sense, the switch in her location or her sudden weakness, such that she was unable to lift her limbs.Or am I high on drugs, so I am jus