Astrid Hofferson Novels & Stories

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.

Max asked. "The two of them managed to produce a healthy, well-mannered, beautiful daughter and my sister never came running back, did she?" Maddison said, breaking out of Max's arms and storming off the dance floor. She didn't come in our direction as Max was hot on her trail. That was when Leo finally spoke. "Maddison Megestanis," He said over the crowd just loud enough for her to hear without turning too many other heads. She immediately stopped and looked our way. Leo summoned her with his finger and she graciously approached curtsying when she arrived.

I love how raw and honest this woman is. “It’s okay. I was about to call you so…” I say as I tell her the events of last night, making her go through a series of emotions. It was like I was scrolling through the emojis on my phone. “SO he asked you out and you said yes. What’s next? Oh please, let me be a bridesmaid- oh wait I have an idea. Maybe we should do something like the transformers-“

the manager explained the detail of the ring that caught Ashley's eyes. "Astrid? Ten million dollars?" Ashley gasped in amazement. "That ring was called Astrid, which means divinely beautiful," Miss Lily explained. Seeing the two women only focused their eyes on Astrid, Ashton went to join them. "Mr Grey, looks like Miss White is interested with Astrid. Should I take it out so she could try it on? What do you think?" Miss Lily spoke immediately right after Ashton reached them. "Oh, no no no... That's just too expensive. I'll just get a regular one," Ashley refused instantly, didn't want to trouble Ashton to buy her an over-priced wedding ring.

Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge. The canopies of the remaining pods suddenly open, exposing my companions still in hibernation, utterly unaware of the impending danger. The monitors have either malfunctioned, or this is a safety device. I force myself not to panic as my breathing becomes labored from the lack of oxygen. I have almost reached Beth. She stares up at me, and I can see relief in her eyes. There is no time to consider the consequences. I rip out her tubes and remove the restraints. Globular clusters of blood and fluid float upward to the widening fracture and disappear. Beth stretches out a hand, “Skye, help me,” she whispers.

came his only reply and she mouthed a thank you before walking out of the office briskly lest he changed his mind. She kept drawing the length of her gown down as they walked into the hotel. Aurora was dressed in a pair of black short gown and she had a white wig on her hair while the make up on her face was heavy, right now she looked like a hot seductress who was going to be an interpreter. Why did Bigfoot make her do this anyways? She felt so lost and uncomfortable. “Hello” she greeted as she walked in front of the door, the guards standing there inspected her from head to toe before nodding and she entered inside and she wished she had not.

Astrid was narrowing her eyes. “I don’t believe that kiss was not your sign of going berserk,” she hissed before I was laughing at her. She scowled before I was putting my hands on her thighs. Her suit was hugging her body like a second skin. “With a woman like you, who would not like to kiss you?” I asked before Astrid Larsen, the fearless, ruthless Huntress was blushing. She fucking blushed! “Wait, do not tell me that was your first kiss?” I asked her before she was putting the stake even more into my skin. I was smirking at her as I was putting my hands on her back. Astrid did not push them away or maybe killed me right now.

“Oh, sure, but I’m sure you can answer one. Why didn’t you end your relationship with Sara Huntington before dating another woman?” Astrid, who had been watching curiously, frowned. “What engagement are you talking about?” she asked, surprised, looking at Daniel. The reporter turned toward her, like a predator who had just found her prey. “Oh, don’t you know?” she said sarcastically. “Daniel is engaged to Sara Huntington, the successful automotive design entrepreneur. She’s a beautiful and powerful woman.” Astrid paled and turned her gaze to Daniel, seeking answers. He, uncomfortable, took her hand as a gesture of reassurance, but Astrid pulled away immediately, as if his touch were burning

I turn, ready to tear into whoever thought this was a good time to intrude— And I see her. Astrid. Of fucking course it’s Astrid. Strutting forward like she owns the damn place, with that smug, knowing look plastered across her face and lips painted a shade too desperate to be seductive. She’s wrapped in another skin-tight outfit—because God forbid she ever wear something that leaves room to breathe—but today, for once, she’s managed to restrain herself enough to cover her tits. Not that it helps.

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi