Alya Cesaire Novels & Stories

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

She says, and I shrug. "Actually, Celia Clementine." She says, and I freeze. "You saved my life, Viola." She says, like it is explanation enough, and my heart begins to pound, my ears, hot. "Please, don't name her after me, I am nothing special, please don. . " I stammer, heaving.

And Alexander couldn't understand why Cesilia chose to accept Maxime's seed when, for the past six years, she had rejected his pleas, which he'd struggled for, but never fulfilled? Did Maxime also pay Cesilia for the baby, or does Cesilia not know about it? If that's the case, it means Maxime is cunning and serious about taking Cesilia away from him. Whichever part is true, Alexander doesn't know for sure, but he wants to finish his work quickly and go home. A while ago, Yasmin contacted him and said that Casandra was refusing to eat and was crying in her room for no apparent reason. *** "Good afternoon!" Cesilia greeted, straightening her posture to appear strong and graceful as she address

The middle-aged woman’s forehead creased when she heard what the beautiful maiden had said. “Have you not met the King yet?” she inquired. Again Asalea shook her head. “Nope.” The woman secretly smiled and said, “I don’t think so.” “What did you say?” Asalea furrowed. “Nothing. Please eat your food Mademoiselle.” She smiled again and then left after excusing herself. “By the way, can I take a bath in the bathroom here?” she asked before the middle-aged woman finally closed the door.

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

Ayanda said, hugging her friend and then dashing out of the room. These girls. I love them too much to get mad at them. Gia thought to herself, heading to her closet to get shoes and jewellery to match the outfit she had just picked. ~~~~ Aly stood at the door with a bottle of wine in her hand, feeling nervous. It had been too long since her last visit to Bazyli's place. The last time she was here, things felt so right. She was just about to ring the bell again when the door suddenly opened. Whoa, he looked even better than she remembered! His hair was still damp and a little longer than before.

she continued, her tone growing more venomous. "Why are you saying these things to me?" Abigail asked, her voice trembling. "To be honest, I don't like you. The moment I saw you, your striking red hair pissed me off. And to top it off, you wore the Crimson Fate. Don't you know who I am? I am Celes, the rumored fiancée of Edward Ulrick. And you? Who are you?" Celes's words were like daggers, each one aimed to wound. She looked Abigail up and down with a sneer, making Abigail flinch and feel small under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Daddy has grown soft for me since this is my last week of staying in his home. He believes I need to experience all the finer things in life and satisfy my heart’s desires before I, well-” “He believes you’ll hate him less.” Alessia paused at the expression on the girl’s face, her stomach stirring. “For sacrificing you to the Lycan.” Circe’s eyes lifted from the dress and landed on her. She smiled knowingly, sadly. Breaking the silence that had befallen, Alessia threw a reckless leg over the bed’s edge, and released another groan of protest before rising as well. Scratching at a random spot on her belly, she made for the bathroom where her tattered clothes had been hung up to dry. She drew

The Head Warrior slid a chair next to his and carefully helped Sybille sit down. “I'm Sybille Mancini,” she introduced herself to Elena and Janice with a wry smile, her earlier aggression replaced by a veneer of polite civility. “The Crown Prince is my cousin. And Alpha Abel's sister, Alira, is my best friend. She is mated to my cousin, Carlo.”