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Athena and Azazel hadn’t talked about their relationship much. Their relationship was evolving, but into what she didn’t know. She was sure that Athena had feelings for him, but to what extent? She couldn’t figure it out. “Athena,” Azazel yelled, coming home. “In here,” she replied, washing the milk bottles and setting them on the warmer. “Get ready. We are going out,” he turned her to his side. “No, Zae. We need to…” he silenced her by placing his fingers on her lips and closing them. “Not another word. You haven’t gone out since we had our little ones. Let’s go out, besides we have a village to watch, and you already pumped your milk,” he noticed the bottles on the counter. Knowing that there was no excuse, Athena gave in. She entered her bedroom and noticed a dress on the bed. She put on the outfit and put on some light makeup. Hearing the sound of heels, he turned around, and his heart skipped its beat. She looked ethereal in that georgette dress, “I look fat,” she adjusted t
Everyone was invited to their wedding except the Black parents, Sophie and Blanche. Athena was pacing nervously in her room when someone knocked on the door, and she answered, “Come in,” when Narcissa walked in.“Cissy,” she hugged the girl.“How are you, Theia?” Cissy couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Athena looked in her wedding dress.“I am good. Where were you? We were so worried about you,” she sat on the ottoman before her vanity.“I found myself and love, too,” she winked. Athena looked bewildered.“Love?” disbelief coated her tone.“Yes, I will introduce her to you once you are done with your wedding,” she kissed Athena’s cheek. She was about to leave when Athena stopped her.“I am sorry for causing you pain, Cissy. If only I had known……” but Cissy stopped her.“Don’t worry about it, Athena. I am happy for you and my brother, and my adorable nieces and nephews, I love you all equally, and honestly, I should apologize for not trusting you,” she pinned her veil on her head.
“Capo,” a strong man strode into the hospital room, his eyes glinting with concern.“Sir is in critical condition. We don’t know what to do,” Elijah, the head of security for the German mafia, informed him, his voice heavy with worry. “He was beaten black and blue, and the hole in his voice made it difficult for him to talk. The doctor says it might take him forever to speak again. Rustom is dead, and most of our men are gone. The responsibility lies with you.”The 13-year-old boy, Alex Knight, sat weeping in the room's corner, his shoulders shaking with grief. He may have been young, but he had a commanding presence and a ruthless stature that belied his age.“Who did this?” he gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with anger.“The French, we know that much,” Elijah replied, folding his hands solemnly.Alex’s bloodshot eyes widened with fury, and his fists clenched tightly. “I swear I will get my vengeance, and when I do, they will beg for mercy.” Elijah nodded in agreement. “We’ll
Athena Raven Lark had always lived a life of abundance. Her childhood was a picture of perfect peace till a storm came and shattered her blissful ease. Her family loved and adored her. Different fathers raise their children on their shoulders, but Damien raised Athena on the crown of his head, like a precious gem. She was the center of Damien's world, and he spared no expense in showing her how much he loved her. She was his everything, his reason for living, and he would do anything to protect her and see her thrive. When she wanted an elephant, he didn't just bring her one; he brought her an entire farm of them. The girl never knew a dark day in her life. But that all changed when she turned nine. It was as if fate had already written her story, and she was hurtling towards a tragic end with no way to change her course. Little did she know her fears were not unfounded and that the storm brewing on the horizon would soon shatter her idyllic life and plunge her into darkness. Traged
Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story. I am Azazel Black, and this is my story of falling in love with my mother’s murderer. I am the only one who could keep you safe; they all fear me. If they dare bare their teeth at you, darling, I will pull them out one by one and hang them as my necklace. …………… As the golden sun peeked over the horizon, it ignited the sky with a fiery passion that could only be compared to the flames of a passionate lover's heart. Its rays cascaded over the cerulean waters as if painting a masterpiece of light upon the serene surface. The ocean, in turn, danced in response, shimmering with a brilliance that could rival the stars. The small beach town, nestled along the shore, basked in the warmth of the sun's affectionate emb
“Thena, my little free spirit, slow down before you fly away,” Iris called out to her daughter, who was dashing ahead of them. The young girl seemed to be one with the wind, completely carefree in her movements.“It’s all right, Iris. She knows every inch of this place like the back of her hand,” Damien reassured his wife, watching their daughter with a smile.“I know, but what if she falls or gets hurt?” Iris fretted her maternal instincts in overdrive.“We can’t protect her from everything, my love,” Damien said, his voice soft but firm. “Life is unpredictable, and we can’t control everything. We can only teach her to be strong and resilient in the face of adversity.” Iris nodded, her eyes locked on their daughter, who had stopped to examine a butterfly.Damien put his arm around her, “I promise to always be there for her, to protect her and guide her through life’s hardships,” he said, planting a tender kiss on her lips. Iris leaned into him, taking comfort in his embrace. As long
Iris and Damien Lark were having the best day of their lives. Surrounded by their precious children, a warm summer breeze gently caressing their faces, they knew that they were the luckiest couple in the world. Iris couldn't help but let a few tears escape her eyes. Damien noticed and asked, "You okay, love?" pulling her closer to him. "I am. I just feel so grateful to have everything I need right here with me. You, our children, our life together. I couldn't ask for more," she replied, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Damien wrapped his strong arms around her, his love for her overflowing. He was a doctor, a gentle giant with a heart of gold. His imposing figure and serious demeanor often scared people, but those who knew him understood how kind and compassionate he truly was. He went out of his way to help those in need, often paying for the education of underprivileged locals. Iris, on the other hand, was an accomplished architect and a gifted violinist. She had given up her car
Blanche’s cars stopped before a vast mansion. The place’s magnificence struck Athena, and the place is a vast mansion; the entrance had a nameplate with bold italic letters, “The Dubois mansion.” She stepped into the house to see that the place was filled with all the amenities that would be considered luxurious. Athena’s eyes widened at the chandeliers, lavish chairs, classic arcs, and beautiful rugs. Her parents had money too, but they preferred a cozy home to a lavish one. So, this is all new to Athena. Athena was still looking around when Blanche dropped her bags and snapped her fingers. Soon, a lady in her 30s came forward and started putting her luggage away. Before the lady could turn around, Blanche began to speak, “Claudia, this is Athena, and…….” Blanche stopped, “What is the name of that pest you are holding?” Blanche asked. “Cleon,” Athena didn’t like Blanche addressing Cleon as a pest, but she let it be because there was nothing she could do. “They will be living here