Novels by Nina

Valerie povWith my father dead, and my brother in coma I had to take care of the both companies myself. The stress was much on me due to the fact that I was using the wheelchair.The doctor said I would get back in shape after soon but I had to attend my therapy session and take all my prescribed medications. When I look down to my legs, tear tickle down my eyes as I remember dad.Don’t cry, all will be fine.News of my families accident was all over the news and anywhere I turned to, I got the same sympathetic look from everyone even from Charlies who is standing before me.“I am sorry about your lost, I thought I should come pay my condolences to you.”“You have done just that, now leave.”“I know you are angry with me because of the divorce, but can’t we just overlook everything?” Charles asked.“I don’t want to take about our divorce with you. Why can’t you let me be?” I shouted out loud that my voiced startled my maid Anna who came to serve Charles wine.I wanted him gone from m

Valerie povI couldn’t get the thought of Charles cheating on me with his first love out of my head but I had to reassure myself that o would certainly get them to pay for what they had done to me.I looked up my email to see Charles email sitting pretty. That devil still had the mind to send my emails after all he has done? How shameless of him.I clicked to see the contain only to see that he had propose that our company partner together.Haha! The market is already dealing with him and he wants me to do him a favour.But I hate to inform him that I was no longer the lady who used to beg for his love and who made sure his company was running smoothly.I head a knock at my door and it was Ray, my brother it it was the bastard son of a witch.“Why the hell are you even here?”“You were not responding to my calls, emails or text messages.”“And why should I Mr Charles.” I said and I saw the confused loon on his face. I have never addressed him so formally but I think he should get use

CHAPTER 8 Charles pov After making up with Fiona at her house, I came back home to check my mail to see if Valerie have replied to my text but I found nothing. I groan in frustration, this couldn’t be happening. She has really changed, Valerie Wouldn't ignore my text in the past. But now I needed her to partner with me so that my business could balance but I’m sure Valerie just want to punish me for what I did to her. I couldn’t reach her anywhere else so I hoped that she would atleast replied to my mail but that isn't happening anytime soon. I felt bored and got the idea of getting coffee and some cakes from the shop Valerie used to work at. Maybe I can be lucky enough to encounter her. It was just a stroll away from my house and surprisingly I saw her there but some man, laugh and chatting. Even though I had wished for a second to meet her here, I wasn't really expecting to see her. And in the company of another man. My inside boil by just seeing them together. What t

CHAPTER 7 Fiona Pov I was mad at Valerie for the humiliation and also mad at Charles. I didn’t expect him to act the way he did with me but it could be because of Valerie. I needed her out of my way so that I could get Charles all to myself . But everything had spiralled out of control. I needed to talk with my dad. I needed to find out if truly Valerie is who she claims to be. Everything around me moved in a blur until I got to our household. Once I got to the door, the butler was there to receive me. “Welcome home Miss Fiona.” He greeted me with a slight bow. “Good morning Mr Buss, is my father and mother home?” “Yes they are, preparing to have breakfast.” “Oh well, I guess I came at the right time.” I said and immediately walked into the house. The scents of freshly cooked meals wafted through the air. “What a surprise, my little pumpkin is home.” My mother said excitedly as I walked over to hug her. She has always been my biggest support not like dad. “Good morning

Charles pov The whole drama of today just felt soo off. Valerie that I have known for years now can’t become soo popular in a matter of days after we have signed the divorce papers. But after Mr Clark told the whole house that she was his daughter and the green heiress of Clark group, I couldn’t hold my anger and surprise. Although, I knew I didn’t like her as much as I loved Fiona, I just couldn’t believe I allowed such a powerful woman out of my life. She was just a waiter and nothing more, that I thought but it seems she was very smart to hide her identity till this very moment. To be honest, I wanted her back and I wanted her influence too. Fuck!, what has become of me?. “Charles are you okay?” Fiona asked and I tried the best I could to pretend to be fine but I knew she could already sense my anger. “I’m fine.” “Oh well, you don’t look good to me. You are speeding too much and I know it’s because bog your ex wife.” She said with a frown. “Valerie could be lying to us about

Valerie povEveryone one were in for a lot of surprises too day, especially Fiona and Charles my ex husband. Today, I would be called out as the daughter of Me Clark the richest man in the whole New York City.I walked hand in hand to greet visitors who came in for my party. I met with Leo parents who received me like their daughter.Leo family are the second riches family and both of us have been best of friends since we were born.After greeting the guest, I made my way to my seat and was quite unfortunate that I had to set next to my ex husband and his ex lover. But then I had my best friend close to me too. My brother wasn’t here because he has many arrangements and has to come with dad.The party began, I made my speech as the queen of jewelry industry and came back to my seat only to be met by a ridiculous look.It was fun seeing Fiona angry and frustrated. She always thought she was much more better than me but now I’m sure she is beyond shocked.“You know there’s no need pulli

When the carriage stops the next time, Alaric opens the door and waves me out first. The warm breeze blows against my lower dress as I look at the light outside. I climb out onto the stone ground, looking around at the large courtyard we are in, my eyes better adjusted now. There are three big archways that lead to each tower just behind them. The main courtyard has a few barrels, a holder full of different weapons and little else but some bushes and a tree. Alaric climbs out of the carriage after me and closes the door before quietly talking to the hooded man. When he is done talking, he steps back as the hooded man directs the carriage around, back out the gated entrance we came in.“Alpha Alaric! You’re back!” A female happily shouts, and I turn to see an elderly lady walking over, stopping when she gets to us. The female has on a grey dress with little flowers stitched into the corset part at the top and the skirts swamp down around her legs. Her skin is lightly tanned, and she sm

“Wake up, El,” Alaric’s deep, almost soothing voice drifts to my ears, waking me up from a deep sleep full of burning wolves and a dying pack I’ve just been taken from. I open my eyes to see his face inches from mine, his large hand on my shoulder. He is really handsome, flawless and his face looks sculpted from the gods themselves.“Did I fall asleep?” I ask, a little shocked and confused. It was a long day, but with how nervous I was and still am, there is no way I would just go to sleep. There is a thick, red blanket resting over me that has appeared out of nowhere. I try to think back to what happened. I remember Alaric giving me a drink of water after we had been riding through the forest for a long time, and the next thing I know, we are here. I sit up, feeling like everything is spinning for a moment, until I notice the carriage has stopped moving.“No, I drugged you with heminglocka herbs as you needed to rest,” Alaric admits to me, though there isn’t a touch of guilt in his v

The screams of the pack outside haunt me as I stand next to Alaric’s chair, where Alaric demanded I stand until whenever he wishes I move. One thing is clear, they are taking me from this place but I’m not sure I’m going to a better place. Letric left at least an hour ago to join Alpha outside, and by the sounds of the screams and cries, he is part of the slaughter. I know they are my pack, and I should want to help them…but I can’t find it in myself to actually stop this and risk my own life for the people who treated me like mud under their boots for so long. I also have no idea how far I could push Alaric into not following Alpha’s command. The silence of the room is deafening as it makes the screams from outside so much more frightening and they sound so close to the house, where my old alpha’s blood is drying on the carpet close to where mine was spilt all those years ago.“So, El, we best get going,” Alaric suddenly says, patting the table as he stands and he stretches, pulling

I smooth down the skirts of the purple dress with my shaky, sweaty hands as I stare at myself in the mirror. My dark blonde, nearly brown hair is up in a bun, pulled away from my pale skin, making my unusual blue eyes look like they are glowing from the reflection of the light. I look nothing like most wolves or like anyone I’ve ever met and a part of me wishes I did. My parents disowned me the moment they realized I was a no claim wolf, but I see them around the pack sometimes and they never once let me speak to them. As a child, I used to try everything and anything to get their attention… and I only got beatings from Lucy for it. I look like neither of my parents and for that, I’m thankful. I don’t want to look in the mirror and see the people that abandoned me. My entire pack has black hair, brown eyes and tanned golden skin. Some of them have slight tints of blonde in their brown hair in the summer, but in the winter, that is gone, too.My looks just make me stand out more than n

“Watch it.”I don’t hear the male’s shout before they bump into me from behind, and I fall face flat onto the ground. In the wet, sticky mud of all places. Story of my life. I roll over to see one of my pack mates standing over me, smirking as I wipe the wet mud off my cheek, and I struggle not to sink further into it. I don’t actually remember this one’s name, but I’m certain he knows who I am. Everyone does, and lying in the dirt is kind of ironic, considering that’s what they all think of me.“Elodie, what are you doing on the ground?” Lucy bellows, and I cringe. The male wolf pushes me back at the same time as kicking my arm so I fall further into the mud and I glare as I pull myself up. Lucy stomps over to me, her hands on her hips holding up the sides of her dress and I know better than to tell her what happened. Somehow, it will be my fault. One look at the frustrated expression on her haughty face tells me I’m in for a fun night. Not. Lucy is the alpha’s mother and a very old