Romances de Evnoia

Aegon looked at her. “What did you say, my lady?” “My lord.” Ophelia bowed whilst she ate. “I wanted to know what made the Alpha change his mind. Words from people who know him, I have heard. They claim the Alpha is a man who doesn't change his mind when his mind is made up. His changing it for the first time is indeed - very shocking.” “I know, my lady.” Aegon smiled at her. “I understand what you mean. But I don't think it should bother you, especially now that you won't be getting married to him any longer. How about that? You should concentrate on what you have, ignoring Alpha Caius's business even. Although, if you think he should change his mind and come back for you, do let me know and I shall tell him.” Immediately, she shook her head. Of course, not. She didn't want anything as such. “No, my lord. I think the Alpha shouldn't come back for me. I love it here with my family. This is not an insult, please, don't take it as one.” Giving a nod, the Beta resumed his eating.

There was confusion. At the same time, there was relief. “I—I don't understand, gentlemen. What do you mean the Alpha changed his mind?” Aegon adjusted on the chair. He bowed and opened his mouth. “The Alpha, Alpha Caius of The Howling Abyss Pack, has said he isn't interested in marrying your daughter. Not any longer, just as he was before. The box I have handed to you is a piece of his heart and I'd advise you to read so you may understand more.” Edgar heaved a sigh. He looked at the box in his hand - opening it the next moment. He looked at Aegon who moped and waited, before opening the box and taking out a piece of the Beast's heart. Was this a prank? “I know you may be wondering the reason I have changed my heart. Be assured that it is none of your business. It was my wish to take your daughter for a bride - although I hadn't seen her before, I have heard of her beauty. Nonetheless, Alpha Caius of The Howling Abyss Pack is no longer interested in being in-laws with you. May

After waiting for a whole week, Alpha Caius hadn't arrived at The Mistwood Pack for his wife. Why did he take so much time in doing this? Alpha Edgar, on another morning, didn't stop looking out the window for a sign of foreigners. Why haven't they come yet? He asked himself this same question while moping, not taking his gaze off. At some point, the Alpha got tired of staring, then he walked back and was seated on his bed. The day had started already. He had other things to do. Although there was nothing in particular he needed to do, he would have to do something so as not to bother with these thoughts running around in his head. A while later, Edgar led his way out. Out of his chamber. At the same time, the Luna walked out of her own chamber. At the sight of him, she smiled and bowed. “Good morning, my lord. I hope you had a good night's rest.” She bowed again while he caught up with her. 

“Wh—what?” “Do you expect Alpha Caius to repeat himself?” “No, Alpha Caius.” Daphne stuttered with a bow. She looked at the bed where the man had pointed at a while ago, then she looked at him and shook her head. “What do you intend to check?” Caius laughed. Did this woman expect him to answer her? “It's either you do as you have been told or you get ready to fuck me tonight, Daphne. I don't know why I feel pity for you in the first place.” He muttered, caught up with his closet, and snatched a piece of clothing - putting it on in moments. She hesitated, then thought about it. There was no need to hide herself from him. Hadn't he seen her enough already? Daphne moped at the Alpha who waited for her to make up her mind. Although the thought of him looking at her down there was something she could not fathom. What was that supposed to mean? And why did he want to take a look there? “You're wasting my time, Daphne.” She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him. “I'm sorr

He sat on the bed-like chair in his special hut, sipping from a mug Lady Violet served him a while ago. It was a beautiful evening, indeed. Alpha Caius looked up when someone walked in. “My lord.” The womanly voice sounded. “Good evening. I'm sorry to disturb you.” She bowed and continued to walk in, only to be stopped by the head guard who waited on the Alpha for one command - the good or the bad. “That's alright. Let her in.” The man shifted in moments, giving her some space so that she could walk in. “Thank you.” Henrietta bowed when she got close. “I am sorry to bother you, but there's something I need to tell you before night comes, Alpha Caius.” It shouldn't bother him. But it did. And so he sat up, moping at her like he had just seen a ghost. Caius dropped the mug and asked. “What's the matter, Henrietta?” “It's the woman. Daphne.” “Oh.” Caius smiled. “What about her?” He looked at the woman while he relaxed his back. “I assume she's getting ready to be

It had been a few days since the search for Daphne began, and the Alpha hadn't seen the men. He didn't care. All he wanted was for them to return and not just alone, with the woman. Was it too much to ask for? Alpha Edgar, as usual, paced the space of his chamber. Last night, the Luna spent her time in his chamber - comforting him and letting him know that all would be well. But he doubted. “Good morning, my lord.” He stopped pacing and turned to see his wife. Nodding, he answered back. “Good morning, my Luna.” Not forgetting to resume his pacing. “I wonder what is taking them almost one week to get back with the news I am dying to hear.” The Luna heaved a sigh, sitting up. “Didn't you ask them not to return without Daphne? Allow them to do their job and stay calm, Edgar. They'll be back either today or tomorrow, depending on when they see her.” “Right.” Now, he stopped pacing. As usual, the words that came from the Luna's mouth had an effect on him. The man let out a sigh

Olivia walked out of the kitchen with two trays and positioned them on the table. Where was Emily?Past eight in the night and she was yet to return from the Enterprise. Such a thing rarely happened and when it did, there was a problem.She grabbed the glasses on the table and headed to the kitchen. By the time she returned, the door made a sound. “Emily?” Olivia positioned the new set of glasses on the table and walked to the door. She unlocked it from inside and when it opened, there was Emily at the entrance of the apartment. “Well, what happened to you?” There was worry in her tone. She supervised the older woman walking into the house, while she latched the door and veered around. “Emily, did something happen at work?”“Good evening, Liv,” Emily, who was exhausted, plopped down on one of the couches. “I was assisting Mark with his task. He had a lot to do at work today.”“Ohh,” Olivia sauntered past her and caught up with the dining table. “I organized something for us to eat

“Emily Hartley!” Mark stepped into her office without knocking. He had a smile plastered on his countenance and something she could not plainly catch a glimpse of was in his hands. “Mark!” She dubbed, recuperating from the shock she encountered when he bumped into her expanse, screaming her name. “What's up?”Pointing out the look on her face, he halted halfway. “I frightened you, forgive me.” He started to walk again, then put up with a seat opposite her. “I was asked to pass information to you, that's why I am here.”“Is everything OK?” She sat up and asked, and then her eyes flitted to the item in his hand. “What do you have there, Mark?”The man cracked up and positioned the card on the table before passing it to the other side so her hand could touch. “Mr. Stone asked me to give this to you.”What is it? She wanted to ask. But on second thought, she took the yield of the card, unfurled it and wheezed the next moment. “Yeah—” Mark was loving the reaction on her countenance. “Yo

The door of his office pushed open and with this, he caught sight of her at the entrance. “Katherine!” A smile came live on his face as he modelled up on his seat. He made a gesture with one of his hands, pointing to one of the vacant chairs opposite him. “Come on. Take a seat.”With a smile on her face, and bobbing of her head—Katherine made it to one of the seats. “I am sorry I took so long, Mr. Steele,” she lowered the file she came with, on the desk. “She came a bit late.”“Were you able to make her speak?” The worried man asked. “Did she tell you anything at all?”“No,” Katherine shook her head. “She didn't say anything to me at all. I feel I am not good at a task like this. It feels as though she is hiding something and doesn't want to talk to me about it.”"Damn it!" Jonathan slammed one of his hands on the table. “Why do I get this feeling that the woman is up to something?” The worried man asked. “Not on a mission of her own, but with someone and that person is none other

Whatever the woman had come up with this time, had better make some sense. Olivia boarded a cab and headed to the location as asked in the text message she received last night. It was better than ending her moment in the office to be there, she thought while the man on the sterling did his job. When would all of these be over? Her thoughts drifted and she sat up on the seat, clutching her handbag tight to herself. This was not the right time to bother herself with these questions. All she knows she needs in the meantime is to know why Victoria had called for another meeting. Well, she was going to know in the end. So why bother? She lifted her head to look outside the cab and rays of sunlight came off at her, reminding her of how the day had just started. Soon, the cab halted at the front of the gate. “I have arrived, ma'am.” the man who handled the journey process called the attention of Olivia who looked like she was lost in a world of her thoughts. “Thank you.” She greeted

Shit!Why did she forget to tell Olivia of the little idea that popped up in her head before leaving the office? The woman hopped in her car and heaved a sigh. It was not so hard to return to the office, take a seat and discuss with her about her plans. But on second thought, she thought back to Mr. Steele and how he was everywhere, seeking answers to the questions he asked Olivia the other day. The man was clever and wouldn't think twice before knowing that the woman lied about her answer. This way, he would pursue other ways to know and even go as far as bringing some of the other staff into the picture. It was a long day at the office, there was a need to be at home. But after many thoughts and unanswered questions, Victoria started the car engine and began her journey out of the large compound. The man who seemed like he lived at the gate, forever, opened up for her to drive out and she did, she heaved a deep sigh. There was a need to meet with Olivia as soon as possible and

“Have you told him yet?” Olivia strolled into the medium-sized living room. “Has he talked about it, rather?”“Uh, no,” Emily shook her head. “I texted him that night, but got no reply.”“Oh, I see,” Olivia bobbed her head. “Why is he yet to talk about it?”“I wouldn't know,” the woman answered back. “There is time for everything. Now may not be the right time to go on dates.”“You are right,” Olivia nodded as she squeezed a spoonful of the nourishment in her mouth. “He'd come around, don't think about it.”“Who says I am troubled by that?” Emily sneered. “Mr. Stone has a preference for me. I like him, too. I am not bothered about anything. Nothing at all.”Olivia altered her position on the chair and began. “Would you date him if he asked you to?”A smile appeared on Emily's countenance and she switched her position on the couch, confronting Olivia. Her face contorted red and she glanced away, then back at Olivia. “Why do you ask, Liv?”“Why not?” Olivia questioned back. “You are my

ELLESince I agreed to become Liam’s girlfriend, he did everything a boyfriend should.For a start, we walked together when we could - and sat close to each other in class. He opened the door for me when we walked in and out of the class together, and that's not all. He always shared his snacks with me. On the other hand, I didn't do much. All I did was check on him as often as I could. I always made sure to bring some snacks from home so that I could share with him. He was a gentleman, just as Cassie said, but it didn't for once change how I felt. I didn't love him. At least, not yet. Unlike the movies I’d seen and the books I’d read, I didn't think about Liam and have butterflies in my stomach. I didn't even think about it as often as I should, but when I did, there were no special reactions from my stomach like characters in movies and books. According to Cassie, it would come. Whenever I talked about how ‘butterflyless’ I was about the whole thing, she would ask me to give it

ELLE“Hi, Elle. I know writing to you is weird but I can't keep it to myself any longer. I really do like you. I've liked you since fourth-grade but I just couldn't say it, not until now. I'd like you to be my girlfriend, if you don't mind.~ Liam.” Cassie read the letter out. “What?!” She shrieked. “For goodness sake, Cassie. This is a public space.” Already frustrated, I cried. “I'm sorry.” She winced as she placed the piece of paper on the table. “I just - I'm surprised! Liam Hayes, the class wizard, has liked you since fourth-grade. That's very - I don't know but what will you do?” My brows raised. “What will I do?”“Yes—” She picked a slice of pizza. “What's going to happen to — this?” Her fingers pointed at the table - the piece of paper. “You're not going to leave him hanging, are you?” “If I knew what I'd do, I wouldn't show you.” “Really?” My best friend chuckled. “You keep forgetting we have rules, Elle.”How could I forget?“That aside, I think you should give it

ELLEIn haste, my first week as a tenth-grade student was over. This weekend, Cassie would come over. It was a Saturday, and as usual, Dad got ready to leave for one of his many jobs. “Reach out to me if anything goes wrong. I left some money on the table in your room. It'll be enough for you, your brother, and Cassie before I get back by tomorrow, mm?” “Yes, Dad. Thank you.” “Call me if something goes wrong, Elle.” I shrugged, already frustrated. “You know nothing ever goes wrong. But if anything should go wrong, I'll call you. How about that?” I reached for a kiss. “I love you, mm?” “I love you, too, pumpkin.” He snatched his work backpack from the table and headed towards the door. “Talk of the devil.” He mouthed when the front door opened, and I looked, only to see her. “Cassie!” We hugged briefly, and again, Dad repeated the same thing he told me a while ago. “You'll be late for work if you keep talking, Mr. Bennett. You know nothing ever goes wrong. But we'll call you

ELLERule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what. Rule number ten: Best friends must fix fights before the day ends. Rule number eleven: Best friends never let anyone come between them. And rule number twelve: Best friends forever — no matter what happens.In a few hours, I’ll officially become a tenth-grade student. But before that, there are a few things you should know about me.Sixteen years ago, I was born into a sma

NATALIEMr. Wolfe asked. “What woman?” Before the butler could give him an answer, the entrance door opened again. This time, Adrian walked in with Serena Beaumont, the woman from the hospital. He held her hand and together, they led their way into the living room. “Hello, Mom!” He hailed. “Hello, Dad.” Without any shame, he looked in my direction. “Good evening, Natalie. I see you came.” And then he walked to a couch to take a seat. Serena sat by his side and didn't stop smiling. “I didn't know you were coming with a lady, Adrian.” My thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Wolfe's next words. “Did you tell me about this?” “Oh, no, Dad.” Adrian answered. “I thought it didn't make any difference. You know, you're going to meet my woman at the end of the day.” He cast a glance at Serena Beaumont before looking at everyone in the room. “Allow me to introduce Serena Beaumont to you.” He spoke with so much pride, and no respect for me. Now I thought about the fact that I shouldn't have c

NATALIE The next morning, I woke up to nothing but news about Adrian and Serena. They were all over the internet, all in my eyes as I gazed at the screen of my phone. Over and over again, I scrolled through the comments, angry at the people who didn't know anything about a man who had claimed to be single all his life. Yet married. To me!In anger, I shoved the duvet to the side of the bed. Standing on my feet, I made up my mind to concentrate on what was there to do. There was work to do. At the same company Adrian owned. A company I worked for as a designer. His face was the last I wanted to see, but at the same time, I made up my mind to ignore and concentrate as soon as I reached the office. No one knew about our relationship, after all. At the office, I tried my best to face my work. But it was hard, sitting in an office built by a man who I was once married to. We were no longer together, not when the divorce papers had been signed. But it was hard, more than hard to

NATALIEBefore I could take in what I saw a while ago, the door to the ward flung open. I turned to see Adrian. He walked past me and didn't utter a word to me. It was either he saw me and didn't acknowledge it—an act he was used to when we were married, or he probably didn't see me. I didn't know what to do, what to say. What could I possibly do? All I did was watch in amazement how Adrian kissed that woman. She lay back on the bed after receiving a kiss from him and now, Adrian was adjusting the blanket used to cover her. How come I didn't see this part of him? How didn't I get to meet this? All through our marriage, there wasn't an act like this. Not even once and it made me wonder if there was something I wasn't doing. Adrian kissed her again. I didn't hear their conversation, couldn't hear it, but the woman, whoever she was, was shedding tears. Tears that weren't necessary. “Aww, can you see that?” The voices of so many in the space confused me. My thought process sca

NATALIE “Congratulations, you're pregnant.” The doctor's words hit me like a bomb. I looked up from where I was seated. “Wh—what did you say? I don't understand you.” Doctor Margaret looked at me. She glanced at the report on her desk before meeting my gaze. “You're pregnant, Miss Natalie. What is there to not understand?” She pushed the report to my side, all I could do was stare. The report wasn't a lie. It was not close to being a lie. “I—” my words failed me. “I—” My mouth opened but my words failed me again. “Congratulations,” her words cut short my thoughts. The right thing to say was far from me. The right reaction to give was far from me too. All I did at that moment was think about my life, and what I had done to myself by getting pregnant. For that man—For Adrian. All these while, I had tried so hard to concentrate on my work and not think about him. But fragments of the union we shared did not stop popping into my head. I could not ignore the thought of him, eve

NATALIE A sharp pain stabbed through my chest like my heart was physically tearing apart. My fingers twitched at my sides, my nails pressing into my palm to stop them from shaking.I gazed at Adrian who took another slow sip of wine, his fingers relaxed around the stem of the glass. Like we were discussing a business deal, not the end of a marriage.“What do you mean a divorce?” “Yes, you heard me—” His sophisticated tone filled the room. No act of remorse or regret for what he's said. “This marriage isn't going anywhere.” What? What did he just say to me? “What do you mean this marriage isn't going anywhere?!” Out of hurt, my tone raised but I tried my best to remain calm although it was difficult. “It's not me who goes about claiming to be single in your place of work. I'm not the one who has been cold and indifferent towards me.”“Honey, you're shouting.” “Am I supposed to be cool with this?” I looked at the document resting on the table. According to Adrian, it was a divo