Alexis Porter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Just get to the point already and stop wasting my time. Can’t you see we are in the middle of training?!” Axel sighed. “Okay, okay. Calm down. So, as I was saying, I met these two chicks. And as we got to talking, they mentioned that there was an attack on the wolves. The Winston Pack to be specific.” Gabriel frowned. Why did that name sound so familiar? Winston, Winston... His eyes widened when it finally came to him. Ray Winston was the alpha of the Winston Pack. And after doing a bit of research, they had found out that Ray was the one Leah had gotten mated to.

She had wanted to feel free for just one night, to glide beneath the water, to hear the old song echo from her throat. But she wasn’t alone. Serena had seen her. The realization had hit Nivera like a stone in the gut. It was a fleeting glimpse, yes—but it was enough. Serena had seen her shift, had seen her eyes, her shimmer, the silver mark beneath her collarbone. And Serena wasn’t just anyone. She was Alexandro’s wife. The bride of the most dangerous Alpha in the land. Nivera stopped pacing and clutched the edge of the desk, her knuckles white. What if Serena told him? What if Alexandro already knows? What if Valerian finds out I’ve exposed myself?

The woman gasped as she saw Killian and the man sighed once she dropped the bags and went over to him. " Hello, you must be Killian. " She said smiling extending her hand and Killian nodded and spoke as he shook her's. " I don't believe we've met before " " I'm Madam Alexandrova, Madam A for short and that old man over their is known as Mr. Burkley or Burky for short. " Killian nodded his head once again as he recognized the names and spoke once more. " Well it's a pleasure to have you here and this is Blaine Porter. A uh.. friend of mine " Blaine looked over to Killian offended and Madam A laughed lightly.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” “Don’t be sorry…do something about it now.” “Of course…” Catherine left and came back later with a silky dress. Eleanor stared at it with a scrunched face for a while before she finally took it and wore. At least it was preferable to the ‘things’ she saw in the wardrobe. “I will eat later. Go on tell me all I need to know about this…place…” she rolled her eyes. Catherine started to lead her out. “Here, this is the Alpha’s private quarters. Alpha Arthur hates anyone entering his room except few people which I’m sure you will meet very soon. Well, since you are mate he might make an exception for you soon…”

This place had the least concentration of guard and also the longest route to get out of the pack. Since I wanted to escape undetected, I had chosen this path after a lot of consideration. Considering how intelligent Alpha Kyle was, there was no way I was going to be able to fool him. At this time, I could only pray to the moon goddess to let Alpha Kyle think I had taken east or north which were the two fastest routes out of the pack. Though I was gambling with my life for him not to find out quickly, there was nothing I could do if he found out quickly.

The emcee halted in shock when he stared at the list of names. A hush fell over the audience as well. The emcee continued, "She's the daughter of KS Group's chairman, Alyssa Taylor!" The audience gasped at the sudden change in events. Was Alyssa going to join the race? They wondered if her horse riding skills were up to par. Alyssa was the renowned designer Alexa, an excellent hotelier, the fashion designer Sharon, and the miraculous Dr. White. And now, she could add the title of an equestrian to her list of accomplishments. What more surprises did she have in store?

" I pulled my laptop closer, filled with renewed determination. A quick search for Diane Porter yielded a scattered handful of results, most from the society pages of years gone by. I clicked on an archived article from 2005: Alexander Branson and Diane Porter made a striking couple at last night's Metropolitan Opera gala, with Porter stunning in vintage Dior and Branson debonair in traditional black tie. The pair, who announced their engagement last month, are planning a spring wedding, according to sources close to the couple. The article was accompanied by a photo of Alexander Branson—tall, distinguished, with the same gray eyes as Kyle—standing beside a slender woman with dark hair swept

"Mom! You don't know what you're talking about." "Okay. Let me hear it. How did you serenade Alex?" Mr. Lopez asked. "I went to Alex school yesterday and I found out that she is a varsity player in the women's basketball team. I planned to surprise her, so I didn't tell her that I was coming. I asked some of the people there where she was, and I was surprised to know that she is quite famous, and everyone knows who she is. Anyway, I bought some pizza and burger to treat her friends and I also hired a singer to serenade her before I showed up. Actually, I think I didn't succeed in surprising her because she looked upset with what I did."

Have you ever had a nightmare you can't wake up from? Elana Suthard has an interesting ability to dream the future. When she dreams of her best friend, Claire, setting fire to the school, she can't believe herself. Having no idea what is going on, she stubbornly tries to find out what she can do to prevent it. Only when it does happen, the event unravels more mysteries than she thought was possible. Elana follows her best friend into the world of supernatural creatures, only to find out she is one of them. And although she now has Nathan Night who is surprisingly over-protective of her, there are a lot more people willing to hurt rather than help her.

I asked her. "I'm getting married to the statue." The Statue. The Alpha Kings nickname, because of what happened centuries ago with his mate and how he started acting afterwards. "I make no promises." I told her. She just nodded and left through a portal. She was the only one of the Fae who could open portals without a special ring. No one knew why, she had that ability. I looked at Channing and took her to my office and gave her some of the spare womens clothes in a storage box we kept in here.