Ethan went down and blended with the crowd on the ground floor. Then he walked to the bar counter. Hanzel, his bartender, did not even recognize Ethan Black, his boss. Hanzel greeted the man as if he was his usual customer in the bar.“Hey, man! What can I offer you?” Hanzel asked as soon as Ethan approached his post. “Give me your most expensive shot,” Ethan smiled mischievously. Ethan wanted to give Hanzel a hint of who he was this way. But he was actually looking at the mirror behind Hanzel. He was checking if anyone was keenly looking at him. If Aldric were right to say that some of the people tailing them were witches, it wouldn’t be easy to lose and fool them like mundane beings. And he was right! A beautiful woman with platinum blonde hair in her early thirties wearing a black cotton shirt, leather pants, and jackets. She sat on the barstool next to Ethan’s and ordered her drinks with her body twisted to look at the bartender while she sat facing the dance floor. “Hi!” She
Ethan spent the night in his penthouse at the club again. He did not want to lead anyone further to his house by the lake. And he asked Ida and her friends for a few days to think things over. He admitted he was still in his baby steps on everything about his supernatural identity, and the woman who said she was a fae, an identity Ethan had no clue about, agreed. “What is a fae?” Ethan asked Aldric when they got their privacy. “A fae is what your human books call a fairy. Just like witches, which have the white and dark in kind, faes also have the pure-hearted and evil ones,” Aldric answered. “What did you see in her memory when I shook hands with the woman earlier?” Ethan asked again. “She was among the royals of her kind, but I wasn’t sure what title she holds exactly,” Aldric replied. “I could feel from the strong aura she possessed. That also means she might be more powerful than we can imagine,” the lycan added. Ethan sighed. He was not sure how to handle their situation. If
Tyler looked at his wife, Alona, for help. He could not dare check his daughter’s body, no matter if he was the father. She was an adult and a lady. It wasn’t appropriate. Not to forget, the daughter was refusing his idea to be checked. Tyler silently conveyed a message to his wife to do the task instead. “It’s okay, honey. I am sure Lexy had it covered,” Alona gently smiled at her husband. Tyler trusts his daughter. He believes everything she says. As a father, he lets his daughter build trustworthiness within her by making sure he takes her words into his heart whenever she says them. He has this rule in him that to let his daughter grow into the person she really wants to be, as a father, he is to be his daughter’s guide. A father who is there to remind her when she needs the reminder. A father who is by her side when she needs a companion, supporter, and anything she might need. Having faith and being faithful are among them. Tyler Roberts has the attitude and belief that if h
Alona’s husband, Tyler Roberts, and daughter, Alexandra Roberts, did not have the slightest clue of her supernatural abilities. She was cautious not to reveal to anyone that she was the daughter of the Grand White Witch of the East. The only one who survived when the King of the Lycans issued an order to annihilate every witch in his neighboring realms. Every coven was burned mercilessly. She escaped, and Tyler found her almost crawling, tired, and dying of hunger and thirst by the side of the main road. A few hundred miles distance from where she started her flee. Tyler nursed her, and Alona regained her strength soon. But she had nowhere to go. She asked if Tyler needed someone to be her helper. And Tyler did not hesitate to say he needed a wife. Their relationship started as a practical decision, but their affection for each other grew as days went by. They showed equal respect and gratitude, creating harmony between them. When he got her cleaned and nursed to health, Alona was a
Lexy went to school, taking public transportation as she would usually do. Ethan had to go to their family company. His dad remains the CEO while Ethan is assigned as the COO. The young Black was being trained to take over his dad’s position when the elder Black decided to take his hands off their family business. Ashdod Black, Ethan’s adoptive father, was from a generation of wine-makers. He inherited the genes of impressive intelligence to create good quality liquors despite his immediate family being clueless about such talents. Ashdod’s dad, Louise Black, was an agriculturist. And Louise’s dad, Ekron Black, was a traveler. Ekron Black left home being so tired of living a life in a winery. He noticed how older people in his family seemed to be stuck in a life they were born with. Ekron did not want to regret his days of youth. So he wrote a letter to his parents and siblings asking for forgiveness. He also declared that he would accept if they shunned him and did not want him bac
Kisha Black, Ekron’s wife, was in her early sixties. A lady with her hair all had turned salt and pepper in color as almost half was white while the other half remained black. But her skin was like everyone else, tanned from constant, and almost daily work under the sun ever since her youthful days. Only recently did she lessen her loads of work as her health was no longer as vigorous as when she was younger. Some areas had shades, but their tasks were mostly done outdoors. Kisha did not say anything but she had heard from her husband everything about Ekron’s plans. They even discussed where to plant the grapevines. She waited in this area; where she helped the ladies prepare snacks for the men in their family who were so busy ever since the day started, harvesting the grapes of half a hectare of land they turned into a vineyard. And that is when Ashdod started to learn how to make wines. His grandpa’s knowledge had been the foundation of his basic learnings but as Ekron was old an
And so when Vivien saw the sadness in Ashdod’s eyes one afternoon after a day in the field, she summoned the young man to her side and had a little chat with him. She found out what happened and thought of ways to handle the situation wisely. She kept thinking. She tried to balance the pros and cons of every possible idea. But when the day her son Ekron and his wife Kisha came to say they would have to bring their grandson back to start his career, Vivien summoned the people concerned. Ekron and Kish were already by Vivien’s side when Ashdod and Rebekah arrived after being called to see the matriarch. Vivien did not beat around the bush. “Rebekah, honey, what I am about to say might sound odd and strange to you, but please hear me out, okay?” Vivien softly started. Rebekah eagerly nodded. She was smiling as if she was ready to hear whatever the lady was bout to say. “My great-grandson Ashdod is an aspiring winemaker….” Vivien said.Rebekah nodded again. Ashdod was silently listen
Rebekah smiled. Her face was showing half-crying and half-smiling. Tears were racing down her cheeks. Ashdod seemed to be giving her new hope. A new reason to pursue a happy life despite circumstances.They started to date. Their everyday lives became exciting as they enjoyed each other’s company. They were together almost the whole day, but they still longed for the next day to arrive and spend another day together. A year passed. Another year came, and the two decided to tie the knot. Their wedding was set according to Rebekah’s choice of date. She asked for a garden wedding a month before the first harvest of their vineyard.It was a grand celebration, but only a few chosen friends were invited aside from the people that worked for the Blacks. There were already a few hundred attendees, including their families, so Rebek