Mag-log inNevaeh Rivera is just a regular girl trying to get through her last year of high school. On the outside, it looks like she has everything. Unfortunately, her home life is not so glamorous. Her parents have abandoned her, her boyfriend is a cheater, and her best friend is too busy to make time for her. The only bright spot in her life is her dream angel. Too bad that he's only a dream. Or is he? Mikhail Cross is an angel/ demon hybrid. Unfortunately, he's the only one of his kind. The supernatural council will only let him live if he can assimilate with humans. When the council decides to test him by sending him to High School, Mikhail doesn't expect to find his mate. The day that Nevaeh and Mikhail meet, is not quite a meet-cute. There is no love at first sight. However, there's a thin line between love and hate. What will happen when fate takes over?
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“Congratulations, Mrs. Hunter. You are ten weeks pregnant.”
I got out of the doctor’s clinic completely in a daze. Her words echoed in my head, making my heart beat fast.
In the midst of grief and pain, finally, there’s some good news, I mused to myself.
Ecstatic, I could not help the grin that spread across my face, feeling the slight lifting of the weight on my shoulders.
With renewed vigor, I quickened my steps. The elevator opened. I walked out, passing the nurse station on my way to the ICU.
“Mrs. Hunter.” The nurse greeted me.
“Hi. How’s Noah?” I asked the nurse, feeling a little fatigued.
“Still the same. Mr. Hunter has not woken up yet.” The statement dampened my enthusiasm. Still, I marched to my husband’s bed, took the chair, and sat down.
The nurse left to give us privacy.
I looked at the dearly beloved face of the man I loved, and longing pierced my heart. Involuntarily, my hand lifted to touch his face. I let the tip of my finger trace his eyelids before brushing the lock that fell down his forehead.
I noticed he needed a haircut and a shave, too, and made a mental note to bring his personal barber next time.
“Noah. Wake up. It’s been weeks.” I murmured, feeling a wave of desolation gripped me as I saw the pallor on his face.
At the same time, I pressed the palm of my hand to my lower abdomen. It was an unconscious act I had been doing since I learned about the pregnancy.
“Please open your eyes. There is something you need to know.” I told him, trying to stifle the excitement in my voice despite our situation.
Noah had been confined in the ICU the night of our third wedding anniversary following a vehicular accident that also claimed his parents’ lives.
It was a trauma I never wanted to relive again.
I was at the house at the time. I clocked early from work because of a headache but was waylaid later by an impromptu meeting.
Noah stayed at the office and promised to pick me up so we could go to our anniversary venue together, but he never came.
Our housekeeper later informed me that the police were waiting for me outside. I was so scared when they told me my in-laws passed away and that my husband was in critical condition.
At first, I was confused, and then I was shocked until tears started welling in my eyes, and they ran down my cheeks in torrent.
My phone rings, cutting me off from my musings.
It’s the company lawyer.
Quickly, I wiped the tears that ran down my cheek and took a deep breath to remain calm.
There had been so many things going on at the HUNTER ENTERPRISES. What with Noah’s parents’ untimely death and Noah’s confinement, I had to go back and forth to the hospital and the office to oversee how things were moving. I have to let the business thrive in their absence.
The HUNTER ENTERPRISES is the fruit of the labor of Noah’s parents, and when he took over and married me, we made it even greater.
Absent-mindedly, my hand caressed my lower abdomen, and I realized I did have to go to the office. With my condition, I needed to relegate some tasks, heeding my doctor’s advice to take it easy.
After the call, I got up to drop a quick kiss on Noah’s head. “I have to leave, my love. Mr. Langley wanted to see me. I will be back later.” I told my comatose husband and left.
The company is a good two blocks away from the hospital. The weather is perfect for walking, so I decided to walk. I figured I needed the fresh air. Besides, I am craving for something.
The walk had been good, and after filling my tummy, I resumed my walk. I smiled when I saw the Hunter Enterprises building.
At the entrance, the guards barred me from entering.
“What is the meaning of this?” I asked in surprise.
At first, I thought that guys were pranking me, and I laughed it off, but when they did not join me, that clued me in that something was wrong.
I looked around me and saw heads turned my way. They were eavesdropping!
“Why can’t I enter my husband’s building?” I hissed to cover the sudden shame I felt.
This was the first time I had been humiliated like this in my husband’s building.
“We’re sorry, Mrs. Hunter, but it’s Mr. Bryant’s orders.” My brows shot upwards in exasperation.
Matt Bryant and Noah’s mom are siblings, making the man his uncle.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, thinking about the baby.
“And I am Mr. Hunter’s wife. I get to say who can or can not enter the building that my husband owns.” I told them impatiently. A hint of anger coloring my tone.
“Not anymore. From now on, you are no longer welcome in Hunter’s Enterprises.” A voice spoke behind me, making me spin around in confusion. It was Uncle Matt.
Then, in my peripheral vision, I saw Mr. Langley, the company’s attorney, rushing toward me.
“Mrs. Hunter, I mean Briana, I am sorry.” He said, handing a folder my way.
I looked sharply at him, but he was evading my gaze.
“What’s this?” I immediately checked the papers he handed me.
Uncle Matt looked on gloatingly.
My nerves prickled at the arrogance of the man. I tried to ignore it while shuffling the papers inside the folder before a frown marred my face. I don’t understand.
I turned to Mr. Langley.
He looked apologetically at me while beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
He self-consciously used the back of his hand to wipe them while I looked on.
“I am sorry, Brie. Noah’s firing you as his executive assistant effective immediately. He also ordered me to draft your divorce papers.” Mr. Langley explained while I looked on with that big question mark on my face.
It was like he was talking alien. His words do not make sense.
“What do you mean Noah ordered this?” I demanded, gripping the divorce agreement hard.
“My husband was still in a coma. How can he do this?” I fired, shooting Uncle Matt a glare.
From the looks of it, I can surmise that this is his handiwork.
Mr. Langley cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head.
“He’s awake, and this is his first order to me.” Mr. Langley replied. “He’s divorcing you.”
Samael I watch as Galena and our baby rush through the secret door with trepidation before I close it behind them. Turning back, I prepare to fight whoever is rushing up the stairs. It sounds like a stampede of bulls is heading in my direction. Letting my demon loose, I let my eyes change into their icy color, extend my claws, and release my fangs. My body swells with power as rage courses through me. As soon as the door bursts open, I fight. A group of hellhounds burst through the doors, their claws out as they begin to slash. Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming.&nb
Galena I gaze down into my son’s beautiful cherubic face. He looks so much like Samael with his ebony hair and eyes. As I caress his tiny fingers, a smile spreads across my face. “You’re perfect, my little Azrael.” “Yes, he is, isn’t he.” Samael’s arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me close to his chest, and his lips lay gentle kisses on my naked shoulder as our son continues to suckle on my breast. “He’s as perfect as his mother.” I angle my head and face my mate. We’ve only been together for a couple of years, but I’ve never been so happy. That night at the warehouse when Samael saved me was the best night of my life. For years, I thought I’d
“I told you the thing was a piece of rubbish.” My best mate, Azazel, mutters when the vehicle’s engine fails for the millionth time today. We’ve been working on rebuilding this vehicle for months, and the bloody thing won’t start. Reaching for a towel, I wipe the oil from my hands. “You need to stop being so negative, mate. It will start. We just need to continue working. Rome wasn’t built in a bloody day, you git.” Azazel quirks a cynical brow. “Alright, I’ll trust you, but I’m not going to the auto shop for that distributor cap. It’s your bleeding turn.” I roll my eyes. &ldqu
Azazel “What do you think?” My best mate, Samael, gestures to what I’m sure was once a magnificent muscle car. However, as I look at the vehicle’s unfinished exterior, vent frame, and empty trunk, I can see that its glory days are long gone. “I think you should get all of your quids back, mate. This…thing is not meant to be taken on the road.” Samael’s lip quirks with bemusement. His dark hair brushes his shoulders, and his obsidian eyes gleam with excitement. “Bloody hell, Azazel, have some vision. After we’re done fixing it, this vehicle will purr like a kitten.” I give him a s


















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