Novels by Liam neche #@

I pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the private training facility, the cool morning air instantly washing over my skin. The moment I stepped into the wide, high-ceilinged room, my eyes landed on Michael. He was completely alone in the center of the arena. A massive, heavy leather punching bag—the kind professional fighters used—hung suspended from a thick iron chain attached to the ceiling beam directly in front of him. Michael was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of dark athletic shorts that hung low on his hips. His broad, muscular back and defined shoulders were completely glistening with a thick layer of sweat under the morning light. He was throwing brutal, rapid-fire combinations into the heavy bag, the loud, booming sound of his fists striking the dense leather echoing through the silent room like thunder. SLAP! BAM! SLAP! The massive bag swung wildly back and forth under the sheer force of his strikes, but Michael didn't slow down for a single second. He kept driving his

The loud, repetitive noise of brooms sweeping against the stone floor echoed from the hallway outside, mixed with the distant clatter of wooden buckets and maids chattering as they went about their morning chores. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the bright golden sunlight streaming through the high arched windows of the master bedroom. I gasped softly in surprise, completely shocked by how fast the night had passed—I didn't even remember the exact moment my head hit the pillow last night. I turned my head to the side, expecting to see Michael's large frame, but the space beside me on the mattress was already empty and cold. I sat up in bed, stretching my arms wide above my head as a long yawn escaped my lips. Slipping my feet onto the cool wooden floorboards, I walked over to the open bedroom door, where a young pack maid was busy sweeping the corridor. "Good morning," I greeted softly, catching her attention. "Where is the Alpha?" The maid instantly paused her broom mid

I reached out instantly, grabbing Lucy’s wrist mid-air right before her palm could strike the sales clerk’s face. "Stop it, Lucy! Leave her alone," I instructed firmly, tugging her arm back down to her side. I turned my eyes away from the terrified worker, giving Lucy a calm, steady look. "Let's just leave this section right now. I don't even want this ridiculous dress anyway." Lucy let out an irritated huff, retreating a step as she shot one final, murderous glare at the clerk. We turned on our heels, pushing back through the VIP showroom doors and returning to the main floor. We continued browsing down the long, crowded aisles, picking out dress after dress. At this point, the sheer pile of clothing was becoming far too much for any single person to wear. I stared at the endless fabrics in my arms, genuinely wondering what on earth I was going to do with such an absurd number of outfits. Maybe I can give a huge portion of these gowns to Ella when I get back, I thought to myself, k

The sales clerk immediately raised her arm, pointing her manicured hand toward a grand set of double doors near the back of the building. She bowed her head with utmost respect, her face lighting up with excitement as she directed us toward the exclusive area. "The most expensive dress to ever exist in this entire region is kept inside our private VIP showroom right through those doors, my Lady!" My brows pulled together in confusion, and I turned my head to look at Lucy as the two of us began walking toward the grand entrance. "Why on earth are you asking about the most expensive dress in this place, Lucy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in genuine skepticism. "Are you secretly planning on buying it for yourself?" Lucy let out a light, airy laugh, shaking her head as she adjusted her posture beside me. "No, silly girl! I am planning on buying it directly for you!" I stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw dropping slightly as I stared at her in total disbelief before resuming our walk. "Lu

Lucy pulled me through the bustling crowd, guiding me down a quiet aisle toward a sparkling display section near the back of the showroom. My eyes widened as we stepped into the area—every single rack was lined with breathtaking blue gowns that shimmered under the bright lights as if millions of tiny diamonds were sewn directly into the fabric. Lucy’s eyes scanned the racks with a sharp, calculating gaze until her fingers landed on a specific piece. She pulled out a gorgeous sky-blue dress that had a very low, plunging neckline across the chest and an extremely short hemline that barely covered the hips. A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she tossed the delicate silk dress straight into my arms. "Try this one on right now!" Lucy chirped out, flashing a wide, dramatic grin. "It will look absolutely stunning on you!" Before I could even unfold the fabric to inspect it, the heavy sound of familiar footsteps echoed behind us. Michael strode into the aisle, his broad shoulders s

I froze in my tracks, my shoulders tensing up instantly as the familiar sound of that voice echoed through the air. I slowly turned my head around, and my heart sank straight into my stomach. It was Lucy. Oh, great... not this insufferable witch again, I thought to myself, letting out a silent, bitter groan. I had been having such a wonderful, peaceful time with Michael all afternoon, and now she was here to ruin every single bit of my good mood. Before I could even step back or put up a wall, Lucy rushed forward with a high-pitched gasp, throwing her arms tightly around my neck to pull me into an overly dramatic hug. I stood completely rigid in her embrace, holding my arms stiffly at my sides as I struggled to hide my true disgust behind a calm, blank mask. Michael stood right beside us, his tall, broad frame remaining completely motionless as his sharp eyes locked onto her with total suspicion. Lucy pulled back, resting her hands lightly on my shoulders while flashing a bright,

My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird, each thud echoing loudly in my ears as the phone continued to ring. Beside me, Bakito stood frozen. I didn't dare turn my head to look at her, but I could feel the cold, rigid terror radiating off her small body. She was petrified. A heavy weight of dread pressed down on my shoulders as reality set in. What will Alpha Lucien do to us when he realizes we tried to escape? My mind reeled as I imagined his cold, ruthless eyes and the cruel punishments he was so famous for inflicting. If he discovered this attempt, his wrath would be absolute. A quiet determination settled in my chest. If it comes down to it, I will take the entire fall myself. I couldn't let Bakito suffer for my reckless choice. Alpha Lucien already despised me with every fiber of his being, so taking all the blame wouldn't change my fate much anyway. There was no point in trying to defend myself to a monster like him. The phone rang and rang, the rhythmic chime

I leaned in close to Bakito, my lips barely moving as I dropped my voice to a sharp whisper. "Don't turn around. Just keep walking... act like you didn't hear anything." Bakito’s body went completely stiff beside me, but she forced her feet to keep moving forward, matching my steady pace. For a fleeting, hopeful second, I tried to convince myself that the guard's harsh voice was meant for someone else in the crowded gateway—some unruly trader or drunk pack member breaking the rules. Then the booming voice echoed behind us again, far closer and much sharper than before. "HEY! YOU TWO IN THE SERVANT HOODS! STOP RIGHT THERE! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?!" Before we could take another step toward the darkness of the trees, heavy, iron-soled boots came pounding across the dirt pathway. A large, shadow-draped figure closed the distance in seconds. A huge, calloused hand reached out and grabbed me roughly by the shoulder, spinning me around on my heels. I stumbled slightly, my hear

Bakito narrowed her dark eyes slightly, her head tilting to the side as her sharp gaze searched every corner of my face. She crossed her arms over her small chest, a knowing, skeptical smirk twitching at the corner of her lips. "Hmm..." she hummed softly, her tone trailing off with heavy suspicion. "Are you really, truly sure that you suddenly want to run away tonight just because of me? Or is this urgent panic happening because of whatever the doctor told you in that clinic room while you were sick? It feels like you are keeping a massive secret from me, sister." I swallowed hard, forcing my facial muscles to stay completely relaxed and neutral so my eyes wouldn't betray the sudden flicker of dread in my chest. I couldn't let her know about the magical poison slowly burning inside my neck. "I have absolutely nothing to hide from you, sister," I replied smoothly, flashing her a warm, confident smile as I nudged her shoulder with mine. "I just realized that every extra second we spe

Bakito’s tired eyes lit up with a sudden, genuine warmth as a radiant, luminous smile spread naturally across her face. She wrapped her small arms tightly around my waist, burying her head against my side in a brief, affectionate hug."Cheers to happy sisterhood!" she chirped happily, her youthful voice ringing out clearly through the quiet corridor.I let out a soft laugh, looking down at her messy hair as I gently patted her shoulder. "What on earth is that even supposed to mean?""It means sisterhood!" she insisted, pulling back slightly to beam up at me with shiny, bright eyes. "It means we are officially future sisters bound forever!"Before I could even respond, Bakito stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss directly onto my cheek.I froze completely, my eyes widening in mild shock as I raised a hand to touch the exact spot on my face where her soft lips had just been. "Bakito... sisters do not kiss each other like that. Kisses are meant for couples, not f

Bakito rubbed her eyes with the back of her small fist, blinking slowly as she tried to pull herself out of her deep sleep. Her legs wobbled beneath her frail weight, forcing me to throw an arm around her waist and hoist her up so she wouldn't slip right back down onto the cold floor. "How are you still this sleepy?" I asked, a gentle laugh bubbling up from my throat as I held her steady against my side. "Are you secretly an owl or something? You've been sleeping on the hard ground all day!" Bakito let out a long, heavy yawn, resting her forehead against my arm for a second as we began walking down the dimly lit hallway. "I can't help it... I'm still so tired, Jade. I just want to find a bed and sleep for three days straight. But... but I couldn't just leave you in there. I had to stay close to protect you and make sure you were okay." A soft, affectionate smile touched my lips. I looked down at her small frame, shaking my head. "Look at you... You can't protect me, Bakito. I'm the

Jade’s POV Dr. Vivian pushed open the lab door and walked back toward my bed, a bright, cheerful smile spreading across her face. I narrowed my eyes slightly, studying her expressions. I couldn't figure out why on earth she looked so unusually happy all of a sudden, especially after she had taken so much time hiding away inside that back testing room. Surprisingly, I wasn't even panicking about the horrifying news she had just delivered regarding the magical poison rotting inside my neck. If she had broken that news to me a few weeks ago—back when I was still living as a princess in my father's pack—I would have collapsed in pure horror and begged for a cure. But sitting here on this hospital mattress, the thought of dying didn't send a single wave of fear through my chest. To be completely honest, I was convinced that Alpha Nicolai would slaughter me long before any dark poison ever got the chance to finish the job. My blood boiled at the mere thought of his arrogant face. I was n