روايات بقلم Jessie Kiss

°° KLEIN °°It was her. Gracefully alighting from the black escalade.“A.. Azalea.’’ The word rolls off my lips in a shaky whisper, and my legs acts on their own, pushing me up from my seat. In the last four years… despite how hard I tried to convince myself she was alive, somewhere at the back of my mind still believed she was dead. That I'd lost her forever, and was now on the journey of losing my own self. Seeing her right now— with her hair flowing gracefully over her shoulders, dressed in an elegant magenta blouse, embroidered to perfection, hanging over her belly, to reveal just enough skin around her waist. Paired with baggy magenta pants, pure silk material that complimented the blouse brilliantly— a wave of genuine hope hit me. I hadn't noticed Héctor holding the door out for her, until he shuts it behind her and offers his hand. My heart skips beats as Azalea places her hand over his, smiling like he was the most amazing thing in her life. He walks her into the ceremon

°° KLEIN °°By the time we crossed into Black Fur Pack, the celebration was already underway.Late. Prolly half way gone by now maybe? But it was never my thing to arrive early at these meetings. I always ruled the place, gracing the gathering with my presence. And I backed that by arriving last after every other guest should have arrived. Anyone who comes in after me then becomes the object of lateness. It is an outdoor marquee ceremony at the square of the pack. Just enough space to contain the nuisance. The beta notices me first, and he immediately rushes over to welcome us, unable to hide his surprise. He leads us to the Alphas seating, a separated section from the multitude with rounded tables. Each for two Alphas and their mates; that's a total of four persons a table. I don't miss the stares from the other Alphas as we walked through. No hard feelings but I had my nerves strung tight, observing for the worst. I can barely meet their gazes or try to socialize, and I just kn

°° KLEIN °°I close the tenth document and place it on the pile of nine others, dipping my hand into the basket of unattended files for the next one. But the floor of the basket scraps my fingers. I pull the basket down to confirm with my eyes, and truly it's empty. There are no other files left for me to attend to, meaning my work at the office was done. Good news? Not exactly. I rest back in my chair, resting my gaze on the ceiling carvings that have become too familiar and predictable after days of routine staring.I guess I have to return to my bedroom now. Aurelia must be asleep already, I should just quietly sneak in so she doesn't wake up. That has been the routine since as long as I can remember, and I doubt it'd be changing any time soon. Just as I stand up, Saxon bursts into the office looking upset and stressed. The stressed part I understand, since he has to shoulder most of my duties outside the pack. But the upset part? “A letter came in for you.’’ He says, slapp

°° HÉCTOR °°I partially expected things to fall through like this, so it's not a complete surprise. I only hoped there might be even the slightest bit of change to prove my doubts wrong.I reach forth to squeeze Xendaya's shoulder, and she turns to me with guilt and disappointment etched in her pretty eyes. I smile. “Eat up. You've barely had any dinner in your belly yet.” Patting her back twice, I walk out of the dining room, ignoring Cassie's angry glare burning the side of my face. I head straight to the underground cellar. My mother already stood by the counter, helping herself with a glass of wine. Oh, not just any wine. The white Grincely wine I got her yesterday. I join her by the counter, taking the bottle from her to help her with unwrapping the foil. “You're not mad right? He's just a pub.’’ “I never asked for your help.’’ She snaps, ignoring my question.“C'mon now. I got it for you so I might as well do the unveiling.’’ ‘‘That painting was you, wasn't it?’’ She asks

°° AZALEA °°The kind of silence that filled that room was enough to allow the sound of a pin drop on the floor. I don't miss Cassie's eyes, watching me with mockery and smug satisfaction. Everyone probably guessed that I've lost confidence about my gift now that Cassie has presented such valuable and thoughtful items after Emily blatantly called me thoughtless last year for gifting her a hot water flask. But that wasn't even the case now. And last year's incident had been out of my haste to get something at all for her since I'd forgotten about her birthday and couldn't prepare in advance. I let out a shaky breath and open my mouth to speak, but Héctor's voice breaks the silence first before me. “Xendaya has prepared a nice gift for you today.” He turns to me, one seat away from me which is Nick's. “Come on, Xen. Let's show her what you prepared.’’ ‘‘H–huh?’’ I stutter, dumbfounded. But the next second Héctor was up from his seat and approached me, taking my hand. “Gus.’’ He c

°° AZALEA °°I care about him.Goddess, I really do! But I just can't seem to love him the way he wants. The way I'm supposed to. The way I actually want to. I keep having intimate dreams about a faceless man—dreams so vivid they leave my body aching long after I wake.I keep having these intimate dreams about a faceless man man. And what is even more unnerving is how vivid they alway feel and leave my body aching long after I wake up.They feel more like memories than mere dreams. And that man definitely isn't Héctor. I know this because the mood in the dream atmosphere is nothing close to the atmosphere between myself and Héctor. That man seems really dominating, while myself on the other hand is so stupidly timid and even nearly afraid of him. What I totally do not understand is why I let him have me like a filthy plaything, begging for his touch and enjoying every bit of it. Perhaps there is something about my past that I'm missing out on? I badly want to ask Héctor about it

Chapter 132The table looks sumptuous with slices of various fruits on every plate and a huge glass jar of sweetened strawberry yogurt to fill up the empty glasses beside each plate. A party of various desserts are properly arranged at the center of the table– a perfect setting for a family appetizer. Alessia picked the jar, filling up each glasses which belonged to Cyril, Adrian, and Liah. The whole setting was prepared to celebrate Liah’s arrival. She'll be staying for the holidays which would last a month.Thompson eventually agreed to leave Adrian in the lycans kingdom but with a condition— that when he turned sixteen, he would return to Silverstone pack for good. He had to learn the basics if he would take over Thompson's throne. Liah on the other hand would come visiting during the holidays until whenever she chose otherwise. “Can I have some pancake, Xai?’’ Liah requests, stretching her fork. Xia, a four year old version of Cyril, rolled his eyes drastically before spittin

Chapter 131Alessia's POV It was the end of the ceremony already, what was left of it was the clanking sounds of cutleries as the crowd feasted.The crowds had reduced to a rather scanty size but the blaring music continued. In twos and more, the number of recognisable guests approached our love seat to congratulate our union. “Really can't wait for all these to be over.’’ Cyril sighed, literally frustrated. I'd realised a while back that he had been forcing those smiles he offered to the guests while they approached. And right now he just did, looking up to the approaching footsteps before us. “Congratulations, my king.’’ The robust looking man offered. I immediately recognised his voice. And when I finally met his gaze, it clicked. “We meet again.’’ He directed at me, a broad smile on his bearded face. It was the Alpha of my mother's pack. ‘‘Oh, its a pleasure. I didn't know you were present.’’ I expressed. His brows furrowed playfully. “Did you invite your mother's family

Chapter 130Alessia's POV I stood before the mirror, sizing my large belly bump that couldn't stay hidden even under the huge dress I had on. Finally, it was my coronation ceremony. The day I got officially appointed into the position of the Queen of the Lycan kingdom. Was I nervous? Of course! Although I'd met with most of the higher-ups in terms of the hierarchical rank system personnels, eminent of my visit for recognition and formal pleasantries which wasn't an easy process having my pregnancy weighing down my strenght— thanks to Lance who always showed up wherever I turned to to help. However, today I'll be standing before a sandhill of lycans observing my every word and move. I had to play things perfectly. Now back to this pregnancy. I needed it to be almost unnoticeable during the ceremony, but this was the fifth dress and it still wasn't enough for what I wanted. The door creaked open gently and Pryia tiptoed in. She shut the door query before turning to me; head lowe

Chapter 129CYRIL’S Pov“I wouldn't stoop that low. If I wanted her dead, I'd have ended her long ago.” He scoffed. He did a great job masking the truth, my intuition almost wavered. “Alan.!!’’ I shot. I needed the outright truth and nothing else from him right now. He jerked up, meeting my gaze again. His lips almost parted but his straight face crumbled, and a heavy grunt left his lips instead. It wasn't until he grabbed onto his left breast painfully that I realised something had really gone wrong with him.“Hey!’’ I drawled, still unsure yet.But a louder groan left his lips instead, in a sharp throaty pitch. “What's wrong?’’ I rushed to him, alarmed. “Alfred!’’ I yelled. Didn't all of Alessia's poison spill out? Perhaps it had reached his heart and was now threatening life from him. ‘‘Alfr….’’“The mate bond….’’ Alan hitched, trailing words off my lips. ‘‘What?’’‘‘M– Melanie. Where is she?’’ He croaked, his eyes madly reddened and glassy. ‘‘This is… this is about her?

Chapter 128CYRIL’S POV Stunned was the word. The manner she barged in, yelling my name so loudly without any regards as to what the time of the day was. I parted my lips to speak, but I was silenced by another uproar from her…“There you are!!’’ She rushed at Alan in a flash.Before I could comprehend anything, the ripping sound of skin slashing apart with a thousand droplets blood spilling all over my desk was next. “Alessia!!’’ I rose to my feet.She'd ran her claws through Alan's cheek and was still vibrating vehemently in raw anger. I had to step in real quick, or she was throwing another fist across his face. I grabbed her just in time, lifting her foots away from Alan l“That wasn't enough! Allow me deal with him a little more!’’ She kept yelling. “Can you calm down, Alessia!’’ I yelled, fed up with the whole silly drama already She'd literally just barged into privacy; not very nice an attitude. Yet she was making more fuss. “He lied. He is not innocent and I knew it.’’

Chapter 127Alessia's POV My gaze darkened; an intense squint through which I watched Alan.What in hell? He couldn't have gone that far now could he? “What are you talking about, my king?’’ He remained neutral, making it impossible to see through his external features display. “The doctor confirmed she couldn't have taken ‘such stringent process’ of terminating the pregnancy that has kept her in a very bad shape.’’ Cyril further revealed, leaving my eyes wide in awe. “Y-you mean… Melanie is… ’’ Alan trailed off, shaking his head in a swift motion. He emerged back again with the hard unaffected expression that seemed to waver just seconds ago. “I don't know what you're driving at my king. It is true that I asked her to terminate the pregnancy and that is because it can affect my lead on the prophecy. You know that.’’ He said instead. “What prophesy?’’ I moved my gaze to Cyril. He let out a huge sigh, seemingly frustrated and confused by the whole thing. “What prophesy, Alan?’’

Chapter 14I adjusted my shirt collar, clearing my throat to discard the effect of the scene I just came back from.I should have knocked! Now I understood why a man should never walk into a lady’s bedroom even though she was a tomboy. All I wanted to do was let Meagan know I would be stepping out for the night. Digesting my looks in the mirror one last time, I went for my bedside cabinet and got a pen and paper. I scribbled in some words about my intention of possibly spending the night out and also the fact that I was sorry for barging into her bedroom like that. I blew out a deep breath before stepping out of my bedroom, running down the stairs to the living room. Meagan was nowhere to be seen, meaning she probably hadn't left her bedroom yet. Good enough!I placed the paper on the glass table with the pen on top of it, that way it was very obvious so Meagan would easily notice it. But just then, I heard her bedroom door click from upstairs and my heart missed beats. I rushed to

Chapter 13Black hoodie, black face masks, with his hands tucked in his jackets in a manner that suggested they clutched something beneath. It felt like an imagination in the beginning, sensing someone behind me and turning back to see nobody. I kept tugging forward, clutching my coat, until a few windows exposed his figure following behind me. My fingers trembled in cold sweat, my legs pale from nervousness. The spot my ride was supposed to pick me up is an old subway away from the streets where a number of legs walked through. Once I was certain that the hoodie man was on my tail, I couldn't risk heading to the subway and giving him the chance to come on me. I searched nervously through my purse for my phone and it took every stream of blood in my legs to force my feet to a cold stop in the middle of the busy street.Right on the glass of my screen, I saw the masked man also stop behind a tree, fondling with his pockets like he was searching for anything. My heart sank deep into

Chapter 12 My face reddened thinking about how Darrell showed up in my office yesterday. My head had been hurting since then. I don't even want to think about how he held me possessively to himself. He used to be so good with his hands. Was it still the same now? Or did he lose his spark after two years? “Gosh, Meagan.” I palmed my face loudly, embarrassed of my image staring back at me in the mirror. “Hey, Meg. Are you okay in there?’’ Darrell knocked on the bathroom door, forcing me to a jolt. “Oh, yes please. I'll be out in a few.’’ I answered and proceeded to do my morning skin care routine. Honestly, I wasn't feeling like going to the office today. Aside the fact that I felt utterly defeated, I dreaded the thought of Darrell showing up again. I wasn't sure about how I'd take it down this time. Minutes stretched long enough for me to have picked out a dress for the day, but I was only finishing up with my face care. Surprisingly, Danny hadn't come to knock or check on

Chapter 11The first thing I noticed was her scent. It was nothing like it used to be. Her intoxicating vanilla mint flavour was completely gone, all that was left was a scent I couldn't recognise. Did she go as far as changing her natural scent just to erase the memories of me? Of us? “No. Get away from me.’’ Her voice cracked, and she slipped her hand between us, using every strength left in her feeble body to try to push me off. But there was no way I was letting her out of my arms after finally getting the chance to hold her this close. “I'm sorry.’’ I whispered, clenching my jaw to hold back the tears that threatened to sting my eyes. “Help! Somebody, please help me!’’ She screamed to my greatest shock. My heart skipped at that unnerving gesture, and I was quickly reminded about when she mentioned at the entrepreneurs party that she would scream if I didn't let her go. I realised she was really going to do it.“Hear me out, Meagan.’’ I tried to make her look at me, but sh

Chapter 10What is this? Did Naomi know something? Fortunately, if there was one thing I'd learnt in my years of experience as an entrepreneur, it is self composure even in the worst of situations. Though my heart constricted hard in my chest, I managed to keep a straight face. “You did?’’ I smirked. “He was persistent in not leaving. I had to appease him with that…’’‘‘On whose account?’’ I cut in seriously, getting irritated by her silliness.Was this even being silly? Or being plain stupid?“We are a professional entity here, which means we work according to specific organizational guidelines. Not based on some personal tastes or judgement. You can't just act out on your own because you feel it's the right thing to do!’’ I slammed a fist on the desk, forcing her to jerk away. “I-I'm sorry ma'am. I just thought… I…’’ “Who the hell cares about what you think? I see you're getting tired of this job, I'll relieve you soon enough to get some rest.’’ It was now obvious that I had

Chapter 9 Silence drew intensely across the table. Chairman Luthor’s angry eyes glaring at Danny, while madam Luthor's dumbstruck gaze swatted from Danny to me at repeated intervals. Danny was frozen by my side, giving me a ‘what was that you just said’ look. “I'm just saying it's not something we have to quarrel over. A married couple should definitely have kids, and we are not exempted.’’ I explained. The kind of quiet that rested in the car was that type that had its subjects engrossed in deep thoughts. But my thoughts kept getting interrupted by every move Danny made. Each time he tapped a finger, whirred the steering, changed his steps on the brake, etcetera. “You know I want to ask right?’’ He finally said. “I didn't mean it.” "Sure you didn't, but it sounded like you had really strong backing back there. I don't think its okay to give them the wrong idea.’’ He didn't seem fine with it at all. “Would you rather I let the quarrel escalate with your father?’’ I