Novels by Liam neche #@

Nicholas stood near the center of the grand hallway, his body language shifting as he processed the question. He let out a low, breathy chuckle, tilting his head slightly while a flicker of dark amusement crossed his face. "Hmm, now that is a surprisingly strange thing to ask," Nicholas remarked, crossing his arms over his chest as his posture relaxed against the carved doorframe. He leaned back, letting his gaze drift between us with a cool, unbothered look. "Lucien might be a whole list of terrible things. He’s cold, he’s ruthless, and he chain-smokes enough to fill a room with thick fog. But honestly? I really don't think he has any interest in touching a sixteen-year-old girl. So if you're worried about that, you're probably safe for now." Beside me, Bakito’s entire frame stiffened. Her brows pulled together into a tight, heavy line, and a shadow of genuine anxiety fell over her features. She didn't look comforted by his words at all. If anything, the cold reality of her situati

Nicholas paused, his hand hovering over the heavy oak doorframe as if weighing his response. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips, carrying a mix of dark amusement and mild irony. "Hmm, now that is a surprisingly weird question," Nicholas muttered, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded loosely over his chest. His posture was relaxed, yet his eyes remained sharp as he watched the two of me and Bakito. "Lucien may be a lot of terrible things. He’s cruel, he’s ruthless, and he chain-smokes like he's trying to burn down his own lungs. But I really don't think he’s interested in laying a finger on a sixteen-year-old girl. So, for now? You’re probably safe. I guess." Bakito’s brow furrowed, her jaw tightening as a heavy, serious shadow fell over her face. She didn't look relieved. If anything, the uncertainty seemed to press down on her chest, making her breathing shallow. "But what if he changes his mind one day?" Bakito asked, her voice dropping to a tense whisper that barely

Jade’s POV Alpha Nicolai swept his gaze across the four of us, taking a small breath as he straightened his spine. "Now that that has been said and done," Nicolai murmured, his tone shifting into a lighter, more conversational beat, "let me take you all to the Alpha's personal bedchamber. To be completely honest with you girls, when Lucien first announced that he wanted the four of you to take turns cleaning his private room, the idea didn't sit right with me at all. Bringing your bitter enemies into your most private sanctuary is never a wise move." He shook his head softly, a tiny, amused sigh escaping his lips as he gestured toward the ceiling. "But... you all know my brother by now. He is completely unhinged. According to his own twisted logic, having former pack princesses and noble daughters scrubbing his floors will bring him immense personal satisfaction. After all, every single one of you has spent your entire lives having servants clean up after you." Before he could fi

Jade’s POV We kept our feet moving right behind Alpha Nicolai as he guided us out of the courtyard and through a set of massive, towering double doors that led directly into the central palace. The moment I crossed the threshold, my breath completely caught in my chest. Wow. The sheer beauty of the space hit me like a physical force. Every single surface was carved from polished marble and dark, gleaming wood that reflected the light from massive crystal chandeliers hanging far overhead. I couldn't even bring myself to pretend or lie to myself—this place was beyond anything I had ever imagined. Standing here in the grand hallway, a sharp realization washed over me, making me feel painfully naive. I began to realize that my father, Alpha Vincenzo, was truly backward and local in the way he ran things. The Crestwood Pack—the only home I had known my entire life, where I had once foolishly believed that being a princess was a grand privilege—was nothing more than an old-fashioned, u

Jade’s POV Alpha Nicolai adjusted the cuffs of his dark shirt, his eyes sweeping over the four of us with a mixture of pity and calm composure. "Follow me," Nicolai instructed softly, gesturing toward the heavy oak doors at the end of the hall. "Let me show you around the fortress and the grounds so you know where you will be staying." He turned on his heel and took a few long strides toward the exit, his boots clicking against the polished stone floor. But before he reached the heavy iron doors, he suddenly paused in his tracks. He turned around, his warm gaze falling directly on little Bakito, who was still huddled on the cold floor, her small shoulders shaking as soft, muffled sobs escaped her lips. Nicolai walked back over to her with slow, gentle steps. He squatted down in front of her frail body, extending a large, open hand toward her. "Don't worry, little one," Nicolai murmured, his voice dropping into a soft, soothing hum. "It's going to be okay. Stop crying now. I know

Jade’s POV Alpha Nicolai didn't flinch at the deadly threat. He stood his ground on the raised dais, his handsome face remaining calm as he looked straight into Lucien’s furious crimson eyes. "You won't be killing anyone today, brother," Nicolai murmured softly, his tone laced with quiet firm conviction. "I know you are high out of your mind right now. Please, just go to your quarters and get some rest." Lucien didn't bother to answer him. He completely ignored his brother’s words, turning his towering frame away from the shattered remnants of his obsidian throne. With slow, deliberate steps, Lucien marched off the dais and walked straight toward where I stood. My heart hammered violently against my ribs like a trapped bird. My hands trembled at my sides, my legs feeling like cold jelly as he closed the distance between us. I couldn't move; I couldn't even force my eyes to leave his terrifying, shadowed face. He stopped less than a foot away, his massive shadow completely engulf

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,