Peach and White were basically the colors in the magnificent Banquet Hall, decorated with too many alluring decors. Many were the lights in the Hall, but only the stunning waterfall crystal chandelier at the dance floor was on. On the floor of the dance floor was a monogram, A&K with a large peach flower crest around it. Beautiful flower arrangements; peach taper candles in white taper candleholders adorned every guest’s table. A few guests left their candles on, others enjoyed it off. Guests, except for the servers who were in uniform, gussied up amazingly. A love song played softly, kindling a whelming feeling of affection, which quietened the hall as guests immersed themselves in the syrupy feeling. Most guests, rather than all, hooked their attention on the newlywed who were dancing on the dance floor in the middle of the hall. Many guests cared to film the moment. Anthony was charming in his wedding looks. Perhaps he spent way more hours preparing his enticing looks. He even mad
So, this was the scent making his wolf flip with excitement and trying to unleash himself in the public. Kayla Jonathan? It was her skunking scent calling him this whole time. Vanilla and raspberry it was, but her fragrance surpassed just vanilla and raspberry — she smelled finger-lickin’ good. There was something more to her scent which he sensed was different from humans. If he put it into a guess, he'd say she smelled heavenly and refreshing, maybe like a faerie. A faerie married a hybrid? He put his thought aside, and his eyes browsed through her. That shapeless, lanky girl he used to know had transformed into a beautiful, hourglass woman in every man's dream. He could hear his wolf growling his excitement. As if his wolf’s dopamine and serotonin rushed into his human side, he just couldn’t stop smiling. It seemed his wolf picked so much interest in her. ‘Hey, Wolan, no second chance mate allowed, not to mention this one is married,’ he warned within his mind to whist his wolf bec
Several people were in the hotel lobby doing their various kinds of activity. Anthony stood in the lobby. One of his hands tarried inside his pocket and the other holding his phone to his ear. He was on the phone with someone who must have given him some bad news that left his brow furrowed. ‘A letter came to Toflan for you today, Anthony. No sender's name. No address or contact info. Just a paper in an envelope. I can't seem to tell whether it's a shifter behind the letter or a human. Check it out yourself, I sent it via W******p.’ Frank, his secretary spoke over the phone. Right after Frank ended the call, Anthony checked the letter. Of course he expected a complete shit. ‘A beautiful wife there, man. How interesting will it be to have a bullet in her head? Maybe… a silver bullet.’ An opulent hotel suite was romantically decorated, quiet as a graveyard. Red petals spread throughout the white bed; in the middle of the bed came a love shape designed with petals. Surrounding the bed
Kayla laid on her side, gasping for air. Her hand squeezing the sheet hard as she struggled to resuscitate herself. He approached the nightstand and took the contraceptive from the drawer. Easing two capsules in his mouth, he tossed the medication bottle across the room, then sauntered back to the bed with dead slow and dominant steps. The look on his face, the gaze he placed on her — spelled out his dark intentions. Kayla sprung back to a conscious state, though a bit exhausted. The moment she felt his weight at the edge of the bed, fear surged through her as she swivelled her head down, only to see he’d moved near her legs already. Before she could make a dash, he seized her legs and wrenched her back on the bed, settling over her. He took her hands and locked them above her head with only one of his big, steely hand. She was left breathless under him, gazing into his flaming eyes that constantly heightened the fear within her. His warm breath brushed over her face as his face
Yesterday slipped by with every pain and rage, and it seemed the new day was about to deepen yesterday's emotions when Kayla sat at the table in her office, paying full attention to a twenty-year-old Madison who was a speaker of ASL, interpreting her dumb mother’s bodily signs. Her first mute client… God help her. “Except your daughters, are there more witnesses or evidence that can help us through the case?” Kayla asked Monica Smithfield, Madison's mother. Monica nodded briskly, self-assured. She reached for a tote bag which sat on her legs, her hands trembling as she took a pile of documents out from the bag and set them on the desk. Monica's restless and shaky movements had almost got Kayla begging her to relax. Monica's little daughter, Sophia, who stood beside Monica, sadly, if not angrily, dimmed her eyes at her mother's uneasiness. “I need you to calm down, Mommy, you’re scaring me. I don’t want you to leave Maddie and I like daddy did,” she sniveled. Moved by her daughter’s
No sooner had the registrar called Monica Smithfield’s case than Sophia waved at Kayla from the witness stand. Kayla's eyes found Sophia, then Sophia used bodily signs to ask if her mother would win. Kayla looked away without offering her any hope. Sophia discerned Kayla's act meant ‘whatever you see, take it’, so her face fell. From the moment Kayla stepped into the courtroom, the defendant, Alfred Seong-Hun, had fixed her with such death look she found offensive. The blackguard’s lewd and obviously spiteful stare beat at her comfort; bunt her mind into thoughts, not doubt she might flip her lid. She almost loured the instant she turned to the crowd and found Alfred's men all watching her like she was food. Except for Alfred's gaze which she found annoying, the atmosphere in the room was yet another problem. Threatening. Come to think of it… according to Monica's story about the groups of untrue beings, wasn't she supposed to expect a man ten-times older than Alfred Seong-Hun? She'
Humph! The dreadful day Kayla wished would never come had burst in, she'd go back to that bloody house. She couldn't focus at work as it was disquieting knowing she must hark back to Anthony’s house. Her miserable appearance merited her queries she did not answer. Kayla didn’t think she could survive it in Anthony's house for an entire month being browbeaten by the butthead. Kayla left Qynville at four p.m, aware she must arrive at Anthony’s house before eight p.m, which was the time stated by the rule for her to return home. She stopped by her house to pick up a few necessary belongings and even have a soothing dinner there. Pulling up in the driveway, she proceeded further into the house. After a soothing dinner in the dining room, where Nora texted her reminding her about being in Anthony’s house earlier, she headed for her bedroom to arrange some necessary belongings she’d take along with her to Anthony’s house. She stopped dead at the door, staring at an amiss post-it note paste
“Hey, sweetie, wake up.”The voice echoed distantly, gradually getting closer and clearer. Kayla's droopy eyelids flew open but pressed shut as the intense sunlight breaking through the bow windows stung her eyes. Whose hand was that tapping on her back? A frown of discomfort laced her face as she whimpered. Was her bed at Anthony’s house this strong and woody that it caused her head to ache?She perked up, reality dawning on her as she examined her surrounding. She was meant to be at Anthony's house, wasn't she? Turning to glance at June, who stood beside her to wonder how she came in, yesterday's memory waltzed in at full blast. The post-it, wait… she slept in! Shock took over her as she rushed into her bedroom. Hell no, no! Anthony wouldn't only kill her, she'd broken his rules too, and that might mean her freedom being laid aside.June walked her way to Kayla's bedroom, sitting herself on a sofa. Kayla was in a rush, June believed she was late for work. The guilt enfolding June wa