Apple White And Darling Charming Novels & Stories

They were expressionless, of course, and. Alpha Darwin leant back, looking away from me and relaxed into the seat. A lady walked over to us, holding a tray with two glasses filled with water. She dropped it on the table before us and left after bowing slightly. "Would you really prefer to wear red at the ceremony?" Alpha Darwin asked, minutes after we'd driven out of Oakley Backwoods and I raised my brow. Red? That is my favorite color. Truly, he must've talked to Zayn and that brat must've done a whole lot of ratting on me. I wonder if he also told him what's in it for Oakley if this marriage went on.

He resisted it every time because she just wasn’t who he wanted. Just to his right, a bakery’s door chimed as a customer walked in. He almost kept walking, but stopped when a memory lifted his mood. Daphne loved their cornelian cherry meringue pie because cherries reminded her of her childhood home. She’d argue they beat apple pie any day, even though apple was supposed to be the classic. He hadn't even realized he was standing at the glass window until the fog of his breath stained the pane. He pulled back, but the owner had already spotted him and waved. “A lovely afternoon, Alpha.”

"You want to try your luck? See if you end up like your friend here?" Dante's jaw clenched. His hands curled into fists. Jax and Dante exchanged a look. Something passing between them I couldn't read. "I'll see you around Jax." I picked up my bag and began to walk away with my head held up high. Behind me, as the door closed, I heard Dante's voice: "His eyes. Did you see them? They changed color." Jax: "I saw." Dante: "He's not ordinary. He can't be human."

Dante, on the other hand, looked one second away from flipping the entire desk. “Get. Out. Of. That. Chair,” he snapped, Alpha aura flaring so hard the papers on the desk rustled. I yawned. Then my eyes landed on the small crystal bowl sitting neatly on the corner of the desk. Cherries. Perfect, glossy, and deep red. I reached out slowly and deliberately, picked one up between my fingers and popped it into my mouth, biting down with a soft crunch. Juice dripped down my finger. “Damn,” I said thoughtfully, licking it off. “That’s good. Tell the servants to bring more. These are acceptable.”

A concoction of feelings rolled through me as I watched Alpha Xavier's broad shoulder beside Mildred's petite form. There was no need to feel any type of way. Surely I would find a way out of here. That might even be tonight. We all moved to the dining room, the hallway opening into the space. The dining room looked more like a part of the Alpha’s castle back in town was detached and brought here. I tilted back my head to take in the intricate designs on the celling. A depiction of a huge wolf with red eyes in the middle of a roar caught my attention. There was no doubt this was Alpha Xavier when he had both of his eyes.

I would cherish each one, savoring the sweetness of the tamarind candies and the delicate elegance of the lilies that now filled my home. As the initial excitement began to settle, curiosity took hold. Who had sent all these lilies and tamarind candies? I paused, thinking it might have been Alfie, trying to make amends in his own way. But another part of my mind dismissed the idea—it didn't quite feel like his style. Determined to find out, I began searching for a card among the flowers and candies. My heart raced as I moved from table to counter, finally spotting a small envelope tucked among the blooms. I opened it with eager hands, my breath catching as I recognized Alpha Alexander’s bold

Tyler POV Her scent hits me like a punch, wild and raw, even as she stands there, frozen, staring at me like I’ve grown fangs. Vivian Harper doesn’t know it yet, but she’s the reason I’m in this nowhere town, playing high school hero when I should be running with my pack. Those hazel eyes of hers are wide, scared, but there’s a spark in them—something alive, waking up. I shouldn’t have said it. “You’re not what you think you are.” Too much, too soon. But standing in that field, with her scent screaming mate, I couldn’t stop myself.

Clara answered. Sure enough, when Carver looked into the two small rooms in the room, it said 'refurbishment'. 'Unlucky!' thought Carver. "I'm going crazy after so many years without a partner because I was going to be matched with you, and now it's cancelled. You are so handsome, I couldn't forget you after the first time I saw you!" Clara touched Carver's face, one of her hands holding the zipper of her lower skirt which was ready to be lowered.

"Hmm?" Sergey eyed Charles, who appeared intrigued. Determined to secure the Golden Wave City project, Sergey played his final card. "You may not know this, Mr. Hoffman, but the ladies at Elysian Swallow Garden are no ordinary women. They come from all walks of life and are prepared to fulfill every desire!" Sergey's grin was a bit sleazy as he added, "One taste, and you're hooked for life!" Charles played it cool, idly twirling his cue, seemingly unfazed. On the other hand, Sergey was getting carried away, too wrapped up in his own spiel to notice Charles's poker face.

She was wearing a candy-apple red dress that just reached her knees, with a slit that ran up one side almost to the point of exposing her hip. As I watched her in the reflection, I leaned my head to one side, wondering what the sight would be if she ever needed to bend over. It would certainly make a man want more than just a good look, if you caught my meaning. My thoughts certainly agreed with me. I finally turned around slowly and leaned back on the edge of the counter as she slowly started to walk toward me, one foot directly in front of the other, as if walking a straight line with her feet. "Well, now, don't you look ravishing," I said as I closed the distance between us.