Astrid Aizawa Novels & Stories

"She's a descendant of Hecate but so are hundreds and thousands others. So why do her and Postestas' mate and that Mirus boy and the girl from 1700s all have powers and the rest don't?" "Wait...I think I've spotted something," I said flicking through the pages. "Milly's birthday is April 17th, Donatia's was April 16th, Mirus's was April 18th, Elizabeth's is April 14th. There's a connection. There has to be." "All three of those are in the Aries constellation," Max said. "Does that mean anything to you?" "Aries...aries...aries," I said trying to remember what I had read about that constellation.

She pressed the green button. “Hello, good evening madam.” The tiny female voice made her ears twitch for a second. She sat up and cleared her throat, “Hi. Good evening. How are you doing?” “I’m fine madam. I hope I’m speaking with the owner of The Glitz Fashion Home?” “Yes.” “I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.”

Vega added. " Have you seen the First founder?" Amaria inquired. " No one has come in contact with the First Founder, so I'm not sure." Vega responded. "Jareth, Evera and I will look for more clues; you guys should return," Vega said. "No, we want to help," Amaria said, folding her arms. "I think you should go back, your friend doesn't look too well,"Jareth said, pointing to Teresa. Her skin had turned completely pale, and she could barely stand.

Maybe she would tell me by the end of the night. The waitress returned with the water. “Thank you,” Astrid said quietly, her eyes dark with the shadow she wore. She had catlike eyes, and she’d done something with her makeup to make them appear bigger, smokier and sultrier. This woman sold art, but she could easily sell herself. I’d been with escorts who charged a million dollars for the evening—and she could charge double. I hadn’t fucked her yet, but even if she just lay there while I did all the work, that’d be just fine with me.

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

Linda didn’t push. She just hummed softly and leaned back. “Sure,” she said. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself.” They saw him before he saw them. Or at least—that’s what Estella thought. Aizen stood a few meters away near the escalator, dressed casually for once. No suit. No tie. Just a dark shirt, sleeves rolled slightly, and that same composed posture that never seemed to leave him. Beside him stood a young woman. Bright. Effortlessly beautiful.

“I guess he’s waiting for the gala. But he put Zara to sleep with the Oak Ridden Root. Oh, and he has a daughter. Lucia. Turns out, Lucia and Storm are mates.” “No way!” Astrid said. I giggled. For a moment, it felt like we were just old friends gossiping. It was nice. I filled her in on some of the weird stuff that had happened – Adrian breastfeeding, Storm’s crazy outfits, our plan with the black rocks. We chatted easily, almost as though Astrid wasn’t in a cage dressed like a ballerina and there wasn’t a war back at home with our packs. But then a voice interrupted us.

"Oh, really? Oh my world I left my phone in the office.." "I am so sorry ma'am I should have brought it out for you. I just thought you were busy back there." "It is fine, Mateo." They both nodded with very natural smiles. 'Ah.. Everything looks normal here. I have known Astrid for a while now, and she doesn't even talk to men except her husband.. She is a good wife.' "I will have to call him back. Excuse me." She rushed out of her office leaving just me and Mateo.

Astrid found the Women’s Etiquette class to be as bad as she feared and her thoughts meandered as Mrs Bellmar repeated the ‘women are servants’ speech again. She is Princess Astrid Nara Katrall, the true heir to the Kaltharian throne. Does she really want to be a Queen? People have sacrificed their very lives and outlawed themselves permanently for her. Just for her. She remembered all the risks she had taken with her own life as a thief, never knowing that thousands, maybe tens of thousands of people depended on her.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.