Novel-novel oleh Magnolia. D.14

The AlphaI watch as the little survant takes off running long brown hair blowing behind her, thick thighs sliding her dress just below her ass as she runs. The wolf inside my head growls crawing at me to chase after her "soon....." i tell him. The urge to chase her down and teach her a lession on manners has my skin itching. Doesnt she know better? You never run from a wolf expecially not a alpha..... we live for the hunt our primal nature driving each and everyone of us. And me ohhh.... i just found my next prey. " You can run but you can't hid little mouse" i say turning and heading for my office. Shoving the doors to my study open i walk in and see my beta lounging in the chair in front of my desk. A solider sitting in the chair next to him. Both of them jumping up and bowing " Alpha Damien i have urgent news from Genral warren". I stop short at his words"what everr it is, it better be good alex" I grum

HopeThe door to lady reginas room swings open but its not reginas cold face that im graced with but the man from the dungons whos name i have yet to learn. I shift on my feet as he looks me over, the bordom clear on his face" and who are you" he speaks his voice rough like leather. Looking over my shoulder i step forward egar to get out of this hallway" Lady regina requested me" i rush out. Looking past me a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips "ahhhh very well come on then" A loud squeek leave my lips as im pulled the rest of the way into the room. His hand wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush against him the other shutting the door behind me. The sudden movement causes me to stumble over my feet. Letting go of me i straighten my shoulders quickly adusting my dress. My face is red werewolf or not hes handsome. And i am simply not versed in the feel of a mans hands on my body. Steping back he lau

HopeThe sound of people banging and clattering about has my eyes snapping open amd my heart rate jumping in alarm. For a second i dont know where i am or whats happening and then everything from the past week coming crashing into me like a stones being throw. Being aressted. the cells, the wolves, being a sevant in serves to those fucking monsters. I groan and sit up my head pounding from the sudden rush of information coming back to my brain. Maria rushes in worry and aggravation written all over her face" Girls get up , what are you doing !" hurry dress and meet me in the kitchen" We musint be late!" She off in a hurry yelling the same at the girls in the rooms next to ours . I look over and fran is slowly sliding on her flats sleep evidant in her face." ugghhh what time is it" she says plopping back on the bed face down. Chuckling i throw my pillow at her" 5am i think " she jumps up "5AM !! WHAT IS WRONG

HopeLife is bitter sweet it has a way of breaking you and blessing you at the same time. My life was my blessing i guess i should be thankful but the rage sitting in the pit of my stomach makes it hard to be greatful for anything even getting to live. After being waved off by her highness regina, maria hurried us along to the servants quarters. Turning down several lavash hallways we reach a worn brown wooden door that leads down a dingy set of stairs to our new living quarters. As we decend the stairs she starts rambaling on about what is expected of us. " Do not speak unless spoken to" always be properly dressed" when adressed eyes to the floor" "scrub the floors, polish the silver, serve the food dress the ladies blah blah blah her voice is soft but stern. Her eyes find mine " and absolutly no disrespect or lip of any kind"" they will not hesitate to punish you" she says. Maybe she can see the distas

HopeThe light is blinding to my sensitive eyes as we emerge from the depths of the cellar. we are hurried along a wide hallway leading to huge wooden double doors. The sound of men shouting as the prisioners huddle together booms in my ears. Blinking to adust to the change of light i look around taking in my surroundings. We are standing in what looks to be a large cathedral. Its beautiful marbel floors lined with gold and giant floor to celling pillars covered in intricate patterens and vines. Lanters line the walls iluminating the large room. Ive never seen anything so beautiful. A large fireplace cut out into the wall burns the chill of winter away. At the end of the room steps climb to a platform, a large metal chair sits in the center, barbwire thorns weave down from top to the legs of firce looking chair. My mind is racing Its a thrown not a chair!" This is a ballroom my heart rate picks up. We are in

HopeHate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of funny if you think about it considering the situation me and countless other from my little village are in. I was thrown in here three days ago for getting caught stealing bread from one of the merchants. You see thirty y