DamienI hated visiting my mother's office. In addition to owning several designer stores and event centers, she also owned an oil well and a transportation company. In case something happened to her, she wanted me to know everything there was to know about them. I followed her into the boardroom where a dozen of her employees were waiting for us. Other than a few photos of my mother holding various honors and certificates, the walls were blank. She looked like a fierce businesswoman, wearing a red suit and matching pants, with her hair pulled back into a stylish bun and sparkling jewelry.It was an extremely dull meeting. My mother talked endlessly about company policies, objectives, tactics, and other things that I did not know or care about. I tinkled with the fountain pen on the table, poured water into my glass from a pitcher, and tried not to yawn. I fell asleep to the soft hum of the air conditioning.I missed something someone said, but the others leaned in to nod and whisp

AdoraThor's presence made my chest rise and fall rapidly, barely drawing in enough air and making my heartbeat thud in my ears. I felt a chilly fear, and my eyes darted around to be sure that neither Morgana nor Damien were following my movements. I didn't know Damien too well, but Morgana was highly discerning, and years of being friends with her exposed all my body language to her.She always knew when I needed help; unfortunately, this case was beyond me. While moving, I pressed one hand against my chest and spread my fingers wide, as if to physically slow my racing heart. Surely, if I were as old as my grandma, I would have suffered a heart attack from all that has happened to me.Thor could tell that I didn't want to come directly to him. Feeling an overwhelming sensation, a shudder shook through my body like an electric current. My throat wasn't even cooperating at this point because it was choked with all the worst-case scenarios.The possibilities of this ending very badly w

I was enjoying my sleep when the loud ringing of my phone woke me up. Groaning, I turned away, covering my face with my pillow and hoping the caller would give up and let me sleep.The phone kept ringing, piercing the silence of the room. Annoyed, I wondered who was calling me at this ungodly hour when I was supposed to be enjoying my sleep. My hand fished for the phone on my bedside table, almost knocking out my lamp.When I looked at the screen, it was Morgana calling. My heart picked up, and I answered the phone. Before I spoke, I heard her crying from the other line."What's wrong, Morgana?" I sat up, terrified and concerned for my friend. She kept crying and blubbering."Please calm down and tell me what happened," I said, getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom while holding the phone to my ear. I splashed some water from the sink on my face and stared at my messy hair."You need to come right now," Morgana sobbed. "Please, my dad is going to kill Kevin.""Oh, shit."I hu

AdoraI stepped into the kitchen and the aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air. My mom stood by the oven, wearing an apron.Not speaking a word, I headed to the refrigerator, reaching for the door handle, but then noticed a sketchbook lying on the counter.Curious, I grabbed it, flipping through the pages and admiring the very beautiful designs. They looked magazine-worthy, and I wondered who drew them and why they were here."Did you buy this?" I asked my mom. She turned around, blushing and looking very nervous."Hold on, Mom. You own this?" I asked her, my mouth gaping open in shock. "They are so amazing."Caught off guard, she scratched the back of her neck. "Oh, they're not. Just some basic designs that I do.""But why are you hiding this? I had no idea you could do this. This is incredible!""It's just a little hobby of mine. I've always dreamed of having my own fashion store.""Then why haven't you opened it?""It's not that easy, honey," she shrugged. "I don't know. Ma

AdoraThere were absolutely no words in this world to describe how I felt right now. My fingertips had a slight tremor, and I felt like I couldn't get enough oxygen. I covered my mouth with a hand and burst into shaky laughter while sagging against the wall.Thor was alive.He wasn't dead.I kept repeating this like a mantra until I felt warmth all over my body. His eye contact was prolonged, and his smile reached his eyes.Thor wasn't a good person; far from it, he was a rogue and a dangerous one at that, but I didn't want him dead. He was my mate, whether or not I acknowledged it; the bond between us was strong.His smile swung free, and he motioned that I come outside. This time around, I didn't think twice before tiptoeing like a thief on a mission.Somehow, everything made sense.I didn't care that he was an outcast, a misfit, a rebel, or the villain of the pack. He was mine.I carefully descended the stairs, stepping out into the midnight air. As usual, the night was quiet, not