Lauren I arrived at the venue. Looking across and worried. We had people stationed about, but we needed the host to believe I had foolishly come alone. I approached the door of the Warehouse but refused to go in. I got a text on my phone from Xavier urging me to come in.“No, I do not trust this. I can't call you; your number is unreachable, yet you can text me. Come out so I can see you,” I replied to the text, knowing he wasn’t going to come out. There was silence, and when I tried to walk away, the door of the Warehouse opened, and a gun was fired. I froze on my feet, wondering where the shot came from. Was I hit? Fortunately, I wasn't hit.“Leaving so soon, Luna Valentine?" I heard a bitch like voice call out, and I turned in the direction. There outside the Warehouse, Isabella stood outside with angry-looking wolves. They also did not look normal. They were coming out of the Warehouse looking dangerous and shit.I swear I peed on myself. What the fuck! They looked evil as hell
Lauren Amidst the chaos, I locked eyes with a feral wolf, its red gaze filled with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. It lunged at me, and I barely had time to react. My reflexes were heightened, but the sheer ferocity of the attack was overwhelming. I fired a round, and the wolf yelped in pain as it tumbled to the ground. Beside me, Landon was locked in a deadly tussle with another feral. I could see the desperation in his eyes as he fought to keep the snarling beast at bay. His strength and determination were awe-inspiring, and I knew we couldn't afford to lose. Abel and his group of hunters fought with a fierce precision that complemented our own efforts. They moved as one, a well-coordinated unit, driving the ferals back and giving us the opportunity to regroup and reload. By ten in the night, we were battered and bruised, our clothes torn, and our bodies covered in a mixture of sweat and blood. But we couldn't afford to give in to exhaustion or pain. We fought on, drive
Luren,The vibrant sounds in the club were deafening, and I felt a bit out of place. I didn't want to be there, really, but Xavier had just taken over his father's company, and we had come to celebrate the victory with him. It was an all-expense paid weekend celebration by Xavier, and I wasn't comfortable about it. We had been friends since college, so our friendship had endured despite being from different social classes. I was happy for Xavier, especially when I knew his father did not trust him initially. Still, he convinced his father, through hard work, discipline and diligence, to hand the company over to him instead of selling it. Xavier was only twenty-six, but he was a leader. Xavier also invited his childhood friend, Soren, to join us. He was from Xavier's social class, and just like Xavier, he was cool.The drinking was a bit much. I wondered how Soren and Xavier were faring, seeing how they kept going strong after drinking several tequila shots. After the second sho
Lauren I did not know the gravity of the situation until Soren spelt it out. Xavier wasn't in his senses anymore. He ran his finger through his thick curls repeatedly, yanking at his hair and trying to remain calm. I could swear I heard a low growl from him, but it might have been the hangover. "I have fucked up, Man," he said, looking at Soren, and I knew why he would feel that way. His father always believed he would fuck things up. This wasn't good for him at all. "Where were you last night?" I asked Soren, and he frowned at me. "Where I should be, of course. I was in my room. You should be asking him where he went after we parted ways at three in the morning," he said, pointing at Xavier, and we all looked at Xavier. He looked a bit guilty, and I knew somehow he was the cause of his problem. "I met a girl at the bar, and we drank and chatted. I was still awake, and I did not want to waste time. I knew we were leaving today and wanted to enjoy my time a little longer before go
Lauren I had no clue what the fuck I had just agreed to, but I knew I couldn't take it back now. Standing in my pyjamas in the lawyer's office, I stared at Xavier and the Lawyer while they conversed. "Thank you so much, Lauren; I owe you big time," Xavier said, and I did not speak; I just stared. I had a freaking interview on Tuesday in Stonegate. Will this affect me? "How much will you want to be paid for this service, Lauren," the lawyer asked, and I stared at him. I had a headache, and confusion was setting in. I was still trying to figure out what I had gotten myself into. "Lauren, Lauren," Xavier said, snapping his fingers before me. I snapped out of the shock and nodded. Soren chuckled a bit. I must have unknowingly done something stupid. "How much would you want to be paid for this service?" Xavier asked me, and I felt uncomfortable taking money from him. He was my friend and in trouble; I couldn't put a price on the help. I snapped out of my deep thoughts and shook my h
Lauren We were still sitting on the bench on the courthouse's open floor when a woman in red being photographed by reporters walked in. Xavier was tense immediately when he saw her. She was a brunette with pale skin and plump red lips. She looked like the models in the magazine. Perfect in every way. She had two men with her, and the reporters were questioning her. The woman looked in our direction, and there was anger in her eyes. "What's with her?" I asked. "That is Isabella knight," Gibert said, and my eyes opened wide before I composed myself again. Why will Xavier run away from that? She did not seem like a golddigger to me. She looked well off. She looked like she was coming from money. I might be wrong, but she put much effort into her wardrobe and looks. "I tracked her down when I looked up the licence Citadel to request an annulment, and she decided to sue. I am sure we will throw it out," Gabriel said confidently, looking at her and the people she was with; I wasn't s
Lauren Xavier turned his gaze towards me in the courtroom. I could see the despair in his eyes, and I did not know how his luck had turned sour. We remained seated while the people on Isabella's side, along with Isabella, filed out of the courtroom. I did not want to go outside because I could hear the reporters. This shit was going to be bigger than I thought. How could Xavier be so careless? Now I was roped into this shit thanks to Gilbert making it seem like a none issue. I got up and went to meet Xavier. I could see he was worried. I did not know what to do. He stood up yet to speak, and I hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. He needed the comfort; I could feel it. Gilbert rubbed his back gently. "Do not worry, Xavier, we will beat this," he said, assuring Xavier, and he did not say a word. It was indeed a colossal mess. Isabella had made her intention clear already. Should he continue to pursue an annulment, she will divorce him. I
Lauren, Dinner arrived after I had finished freshening up. Slipping into the oversized shirt, I realised it was bare at the bottom. The shirt was big enough to cover my ass, but still, I felt naked. Nonetheless, I planned to just deal. I moved down the stairs, grateful that Xavier wasn't by the stairs. When I got to the bottom, I saw him as he entered the room, and I couldn't help but be captivated by his presence. Standing tall and confident, his chiselled jawline gave him an air of strength and determination. His dark hair, neatly styled, contrasted sharply against his fair complexion, accentuating his striking features. His deep, dark eyes held a magnetic allure, drawing you in with an intriguing and mysterious intensity. As he moved with grace and self-assurance, it was evident that he carried himself with an innate elegance that left a lasting impression. "I made popcorn for the movie," Xavier said with a grin. I returned the smile, uncomfortable walking towards him, consci