Aria Steele Novels & Stories

Her head whipped so fast and she looked at me like I was some kind of an alien. "You're kidding right?" She looked at me with doubt. I nervously smiled and shook my head. "I am not. I never had a boyfriend." I cleared out. "What?" Sarah looked like she couldn't process what I said. Was it a crime to not have a boyfriend or not have a Hickie? "Arabella—" before she could say another word, the professor walked in and everyone quietened down. "This is not over." She warned me playfully before concentrating on the front where the professor stood handing out sheets of our essays. —

Cal had to fight himself from stepping in front of the man as he moved closer to Astasha. If she was afraid, she wasn’t showing it. But even if Calder hadn’t been able to feel it through their connection, he knew her enough to know that she had set her resilience, and she would die before she would show them what they wanted; shame and humility. “Sorceress Astasha, I presume,” Said the mage. “I am High Sorcerer Alaric. I’ve heard much about you, but I am so looking forward to hearing your explanation as to why we are here.”

The woman looks panicked and ready to run when I call out, “He’s already seen you. Might as well come out!” A look of distaste crosses her face and then she lowers her bow and walks into the clearing. Arista is a gorgeous female. She is taller than me with bright red hair and those same pale blue eyes that all elves seem to possess. Her features are elven in their beauty and her stride is firm and graceful. Her voice is also just as melodious as that of the other elves. “It was a mistake. I was practicing my aim.” She smirks at me as she says that, adding, “I’m sure the wolf doesn’t mind.”

It took Anastasia a week to arrange a “chance” meeting with Kiara Armani’s mother. She wanted it to seem like a coincidence, though it was carefully planned. She was in the children’s section, pretending to select clothes for a young boy, when Cara Williams, formerly Mrs. Armani, approached nearby. It felt like a perfect chance where she could execute her perfect plan. She needed to let the woman’s guard down and then plant seeds of worry in her brain.

Lester says in addition. I cross my arms in silence. I don't know what to respond to his words with. I’m still quite curious about what Ryle is working on, even though I don't quite have the right to know what it is. To distract myself from the unhealthy overthinking, I turn to Lester who’s just swaying his head to the jazz playing on the stereo. “Why? You must've expected somebody who's somewhat a daughter of a billionaire too,” I say confidently. “Well, no. I’m just an inner-city high schooler with an unfortunate past, yes.” “Damn, Stella. Your words sting.”

He moves towards the podium as Calvin is dragged out in cuffs and a collar is around his neck; he is battered and bruised but fights, so defiant. “We are here today because Calvin Johnson broke the treaty. He used…” the doors to the chamber open with a bang and we all turn to see who has just entered. Queen Asteria. We all stand and turn to see her. “Pardon my tardiness.” She stands tall. Her long black hair has been braided down her back, her violet eyes sweeping over everyone present. Her back straight as she walks with purpose and authority, her power rolls off her in waves. She is more powerful than I am, so we all bow to her. She is the oldest shifter in the world. Asteria is the daught

I smiled awkwardly and nodded. “Yes,” I confirmed. Her eyes widened, “Oh my gosh! I’m delighted to finally meet you. I heard many things about you. And I really, really admire you!” That caught me off guard. Am I that famous? She extended her hand in front of me, “I’m Cassie Steel, the royal beta’s cousin. I’m also a knight,” she introduced herself. “I’m pleased to meet you, ma’am. I’m---” she cut me off and eagerly took one of my hands. “Anastasia Cullen. I know you, my lady.” This girl has so much energy, and I like it.

Right now all I cared about was the video playing in my hand. Dominic Steele. Mr Perfect. Mr Untouchable CEO of Steele Empire. The man who thought he was above everyone else. There he was, grainy footage, cheap bathroom tiles behind him, and that smug face twisted in lust while he fucked some nameless girl in a filthy toilet stall.

She reached out a hand and gently stroked the head of the lead stalker. “You’re not dangerous creatures,” she whispered, her voice like silk. “You're just hungry. And so misunderstood.” My jaw dropped as the nightstalkers—the most feared killers in our world—bowed their heads low to the dirt in front of her. My heart thudded against my ribs. It was exactly what happened to me. They had bowed to me too. She was an Aristea. She didn’t have to say it. I could see it in the way the world responded to her. She wasn’t fighting for control or screaming for respect; she just was.

“You’re still as short-tempered as ever.” There was a brief pause on the line, a sharp inhale. “Stop talking like you know me,” Bobby said, his voice hard, unwavering. “Tell me who you are.” “Pardon my manners,” Aurora said amused. “My name is Aurora Steele, and I need your service.” There was a brief silence. Then, a sharp laugh that sounded like disbelief cracked through the phone. “Aurora Steele? The wife of the billionaire Xavier Steele who runs half of New York?”