Hesther’s POV My brother and my so called friends call me Queen Bee for fun. Zayn calls me that becaue he thinks that I am using the family money and fame to get people do what I want them to do. Essentially, dear Zayn is correct. What he does not know was that, I was more than that. I never hid the fact that I dislike him. I let him feel that whenever I had the chance. I hate it that he is favored than I am. So what does little Hesther do? Spend daddy’s wealth on shopping and worthless items. I do not need them, but I love making daddy’s wallet bleed. He does not bleed of curse. It will take more than a new car to dent his account. And here we are. I used to be number two and now that this Maxine Shepard has arrived, she is automatically number one and Zayn drops to second, and that leave
“Quentin, how long before we see Max?” The coffee mug that he was holding in his hand rattled. He was shaking. Of anger. Quentin had long dreamed of having the grand child he missed seeing growing up , it was not longer than twenty minutes that she had been in his side and Betty had the audacity to ask that ridiculous question. “What kind of question is that?” “Are we allowed to visit?” Teresa asked. “You are but only if I see it fit.” “That is insane!” Betty screamed in horror. “She is here to train. What do you think is this place? Her boarding school? She needs to focus and having you two around, hovering will not be good for her training. “Not good for her.” Teresa scoffed. “ Or not good for you?” “Marcus!” A massive bulk of a man dressed in black suit
Max’s POVFour knocks.“Hey, Max. Your grandfather wants me to inform you that training begins at one in the afternoon. See you down in the arena.”I did not say a word.“If I were you, wear something more appropriate for training.”That was Hesther.Obviously, grandfather had no inkling to the delay. He was very eager to begin my training. What do I expect to happen later?I lay there in the carpeted floor and stare at the ceiling. There was a huge bed that looked very comfy but I do not want to risk to be asleep and cram on preparations. Tje floor will do. I need to think of what I am doing with my life. At this very moment, at the mere thought of the word training, I wanted to run outside and leave for good. “God, what am I doing here?”Asking myself did not do anything nor did it proved useful. First, I do not know an
“You cannot be serious!” Max screamed to her grandfather, for in her mind, training usually starts with basic introductions to punching. Well sort of. In school, they show the basicsml. Theoretical first and then comes the actual thing. Quentin Black did not share her idealism. “The Rogues will not wait until you are ready to defend yourselves.’’ Quentin said. He raised up her gloved hand and gestured his man to take their positions. They surrounded the three of them. Max looked around and panic started to engulf her. Hesther was not even bothered and Zayn was as calm as the sea. Maybe because they were trained since they were little. But her? She know nothing about violence. She was a law abiding citizen and she is a big believer of peace.Obvs, no one cared about that. If she survives this day, she will have to scold her moth
Quentin Black could not believe his own eyes. Even Hesther, who, after being called out of the battleground became interested in the unexpected turn of events. In front of all of them stood a silver wolf. It’s hair was translucent almost shining and it is very angry right now. It’s sharp fangs are all on display and its eyes are blue and it’s wolf aura was now a blazing blue. The people in the shack went still as the waters of the sea before a tsunami. They all cannot believe what they are all seeing right now. Twenty meters. That was distance of the wolf from where Max was standing a split second ago. Max was gone. “Did she just?” Hesther broke the amusement. “Yes, she sure did.” “That is impossible. No one managed t
Max stood in the middle of the arena. Drenched in sweat but she was not exhausted. She was rather feeling exhilarated. All her senses were working a thousand times better and sharper. She looks around her and sees the limp bodies that she had just thrown like rag dolls that were unwanted. The rest of them were still in their wolf form, too tired to transform back. She was searching for Zayn. Max found him lying on his back. With bruises and wounds all over his pretty face. She walked towards him, avoiding to step over any more men. She had done enough damage today. “Zayn..” He was passed out. “Aw, pretty boy did not see you bring down the house.” Hera said. “You and I will sort things out,okay?” “Over milkshake, or else, we won’t be talking.”
“Well that was a blast.” That statement came from one of the four house staffs that were stationed to serve the watchers in the shack. The fight was now over and Quentin was on the phone. He was far away from Hesther and the rest , so they cannot hear what he was talking over to the person on the line.“Was it?” Hesther asked, obviously pissed out that Max was getting all the attention.“Yes, Miss Randolf.” One woman had the nerve to talk back. The staff at the villa did not like her here and she was well aware of the fake warm welcome that she was getting. It was all because she was with her brother and as usual, Zayn is better favored than anywhere else. She needed to blow off steam.She then picked up her gears and headed towards the villa. Away from any eaves droppers, she calls someone.“I’ll be there in an hour. I need you. Yes, the bitch had successfully transfo
Zayn woke up with every ounce of his body in pain. His vision was blurry and he could hear voices. He could hear a voice of a woman in close proximity to him and two other male voices. One was his father’s and on belonged to the Quentin Black. He could feel his body slowly regaining back tje strength and agility it had lost during the battle. He hope Max did not suffer the same injuries he had. He passed out soon enough to find out. They were in a heated argument.“You! You told me that it will be alright! You and your ways!You have almost cost me a son! ““Calm down, he is alright. Minerva is the best healer and you know her.”“I know Minerva’s abilities. I do not have doubts on her, it is you I have a problem with!”" For f*cks sake, he is alive!" "What if he died in battle? What would you do?" Gustav was not having any of the excuses that Quentin Black was offering. He waw too