Tiana was welcomed into the house with laughter, her family laughing to something she was sure someone had said. She smiled as she entered the house, her boss’ scent overwhelming her.
“Hi, guys.” She greeted cheerfully, her eyes finding his.
“Welcome, honey.” Alex replied.
“Since you guys are having fun without me, I’ll go get changed.” She announced feeling a little jealous, she paused on the stairs.“Is dinner ready?”
“No, your father’s waiting for you.” Karen replied.
“Why?” She asked, stunned at the reality that her parents hadn’t prepared the dinner and the guests were already here.
“The dishes.” Alex replied.
“It’s not my turn, it’s Ems.” She protested.
“Yesterday was mine.” Emmaline’s protest rang loudly in the house.
“It’s still yours today.” Tiana insisted.
“You just–”
“Just go do it, Emmaline.” Karen told her younger daughter firmly, she knew her older daughter rarely does the dishes. Ti
Tiana slowly opened her eyes to a throbbing pain on every inch of her that refused to go no matter how hard she shifted position. Realising it was external, she groaned, burrowing her face deeper into her pillow wishing it either swallowed her or the person vanished. “Get up!” Emmaline’s frantic voice reached her ears. She groaned again, she should had known it was her dumb asshole of a sister. “Get up!” Emmaline’s shrieks were followed by another thud on her back and panting. “Go away!” She growled at Emmaline, it was obvious her sister was sent from hell to torment her. “Don’t…” accompanied by a thud on her head,“be…” another thud on her back “lazy!” Emmaline shrieked, plummeting furiously with the pillow. “Damn! Leave me alone!” Tiana screamed, rolling over on her back lazily. She saw her sister lift the pillow for another strike,“You have to go to work and school!” Tiana’s brains took a detour at those words,
Buckling her seat-belt, Tiana studied the small but comfy car not quite grasping how a man of Rico’s standard would choose to drive a simple, cheap car. She was sure it’s a Camry Brand, she was a dumbie when it came to fashion and cars. Her situation was so bad that she couldn’t differentiate between a Corolla and a Camry. She couldn’t resist his scent, closing her eyes, she greedily inhaled his scent. Her eyes whipped open when she felt eyes boring holes on her and she saw him staring at her…it was intense and unreadable all the same it undid her, making all the right words take the back door out her brains,“Thank you...for the ride.” “The pleasure is mine, Pup.” He told her, turning on the ignition,“Are you ready?” He asked softly, stealing a glance and stepped in the gas pedal when she nodded. “There’s some analgesic in the cabinet.” He informed her, noticing her rub her temples. “But first you need to eat.” He instructed sternly as sh
Chapter Fifteen: Tiana dug her nails into his lap grabbing it tightly, her heart pulsing widely as he swerved off the road avoiding other road users by a hair. A thousand thoughts running through her head; what if the popular business magnet, Enrique Sean was actually a serial killer who hid behind the veneer of his business empire to perpetuate his gory deeds. She was sure the many horror movies she’d watched were taking its toll on her, whether or not it was the movies playing on her brains, she’d rip Rico to pieces if he so much as dared to harm her. Rico’s heart thumped widely in his chest when he finally brought the car to a halt, it had been difficult for him restraining himself from claiming her but her soft touch, her imploring voice was his undoing and his heart went into an overdrive. He grabbed her shoulders swiftly, staring at her lips, his eyes darkened with desire, feeling the blood rush to his loins and making hin hard in seconds.
Tiana listened as Ian gave Rico the directions, she had met him two months ago, an insistent asshole he was. He continued pestering her life, begging her for a friendship and truth be told, she was doubtful of his intentions at first but soon she realised his intentions were pure. They inevitably became friends when she stood up against a red-head bimbo and her crew, his now ex-girlfriend. She just helped them re-did their make-ups, nothing more; the ex-girlfriend and her friends. She came back to reality when a black camry came into her line of vision,“Not behind this car.” She grunted. “Think of the devil and she surfaces!” Luna Bella piped to her. “World war three.” Ian mumbled under his breath. “Not what?” Rico asked, confused. “She’s at an eternal war with the owner of that car.” Ian explained with trepidation, they were in for serious shit knowing the animosity the owner of the car had towards both of them. “Oh!” Rico repl
The restaurant had a state of the art food vending and delivery service, great chefs that made your events the talk-of-the-town and their in-house services…the in-house services were rumoured to be the icing on the cake. It was the catering service provider for the crème de la crème of the society. She had often day-dreamed about coming here with her soulmate so she had done her homework on the place. There were three sections or Palette. The first for the average class called the Fillet Palette. The second for the middle class called the Tinsel Palette and the best of them was called the Deluxe Palette, admission to the Tinsel and Deluxe Palette was strictly by membership. Acquiring the gold membership card of the Deluxe Palette cost an arm and leg so only the celebs, politicians and business tycoon could afford it. She wasn’t stunned when he led them to the Deluxe Palette and presented his gold plated card. Watching him run the c
The silence in the Palette was deafening, realising every pair of eyes were trained on her, Tiana slowly untangled herself from the trap, rising to her feet, and turned slowly to see the face of whomever had the temerity to assault her. Fighting with her wolf for control as she assessed her assailant; about sixty, stereotypical, puffed-up, flabby, pot-bellied Nigerian asshole who probably believed every woman could be bought cheaply. Rolling her head slowly from side to side, she gritted her teeth as she slowly lost the battle with her wolf. “Hey sexy…how much?” Her assailant asked licking the corner of his lips. Luna Bella roared in her head and pushed her to the subconscious hearing their assailant spewed those rubbish from his gutter-mouth. She wanted to break his neck but there were too many people watching this show and there was the man she loved, her boss, she didn’t want him to see this side of them. Gauging her assailant with a deathly glare,
So after all the reading done, I feel it’s pertinent I introduce myself. I am Eugenia Amakubukuro, I love traveling, reading and I am sapiosexual. Well, enough of the boring detailsThis is my first book, I’ll love to get your feedback on the review section. Edits has been made to the story, ‘Alpha Tiana: the unknown wolf’ which may not appear in the app.Here are some strange terms, I'll love you to know their meanings.1. Tsauno Werewolf Clan: A fictional Werewolf world. A Clan made up of eight packs, one of the strongest packs in the werewolf history.2. Guardians of Tsauno: These are the protectors and Council members of the Tsauno Werewolf Clan. They are of Alpha bloodline descendants of the defunct packs.3. Clan: This is a group of packs that come into an alliance to be together.4. Kalala: These are the members of the Tsauno Werewolf Clan.5. Chata: This is the Clan House or
The adult members of Tsauno were gathered in the Hall of the Clan House located in the belly of the wild forest, hidden away from the suspicious and questioning glares of humans. Its proximity to the nearest humans abode hundreds of miles away, no human in his right senses would dare venture that far.Tonight was the last day of the month so they’d all assembled as a Clan to deliberate on their results as suggested by Rico when they first got here. Thus, it had become a monthly ritual for them. All the pups below eighteen years were not permitted to be in the Clan House during school session except on special days and holidays, that of course was excluding wolves needing refuge.The Chata was built in a manner replicating what they had back home; large enough to accommodate both members and non-members and there were thousands of rooms for that purpose.A large indoor training room in the Chata for off field