Astrid Peth Novels & Stories

I ask, concerned. We've been in touch since we met at the hospital. Astrid has been updating me about little Sophie and her brother, and we've been talking a lot. She's a smart, kind, responsible, and fun girl. Moreover, she's an up-and-coming jewelry designer, even at just sixteen. “Princess, of course I can come. Even if I had any prior commitments, I'd cancel them for you. Send me the invitation, alright? Take care, and a kiss for you.”

Lady Astrid Silverskiöld said it as she walked into the room. She was taller than I expected, with broad shoulders and a lean build. Her pale-blonde hair fell down her back beneath a tailored black coat. She moved like asking permission had never occurred to her. Everyone in Luminara had heard the stories about Astrid. She collected pretty Omegas. She dressed them up, kept them close for a while, then tossed them aside the second she got bored. Cruelty was not a term she used for it. She called it “having taste.”

**** Astrid strode into the sitting room with an air of unwavering confidence, her athletic physique emphasized by the snug cuddle of a sports bra and form-fitting yoga pants. Her flat and meticulously toned abdomen was on striking display, while her shapely legs, elegantly clad in those snug yoga pants, exuded both strength and allure, painting a vivid portrait of her dedication to fitness and athleticism. Elena, perhaps begrudgingly impressed, couldn't resist a teasing jab. "I'm genuinely surprised to see you in such good shape, given your usual affinity for laziness." Astrid, her eyes rolling in response to Elena's remark, quips, "So, is that a compliment or an insult?"

“Problem solved.” I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to see Astrid holding the banister as she made her way down in heels. She wore a skintight black dress. Her cleavage was on display, given the low-cut of the neckline. Her long hair was in curls and a lot thicker than it normally was. Along with the dark makeup around her eyes and the pink shine to her lips, she looked like she was begging to be fucked.

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

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.

Astrid shouted, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. I froze in my tracks, my anger simmering as I turned back to face her. “Pardon?” I demanded, my voice edged with disbelief and fury. “I, ASTRID SAFIYA, LUNA OF THE RED MOON PACK AND ALPHA OF THE BLUESTONE PACK, HEREBY BANISH YOU FROM EVER SETTING FOOT WITHIN THE PACK’S BORDERS,” She declared bluntly, her tone authoritative and firm. Her words stung like a blow, and a bitter scoff escaped my lips as I stormed toward her, my rage barely contained.

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 muttered, her expression was full of irritation. Krax narrowed his eyes, his tone icy. “Woman, you should know when to say thank you.” Astrid rolled her eyes, her head too heavy for further arguments. Why should I thank him? He almost let me fall. Instead, she said softly, “I’m sorry,” her voice was weak as all her strength has been exhausted as she turned and continued walking. Krax hummed in disdain. “What an uncultured person,” he muttered under his breath, his gaze following her unsteady steps.

Eliot Park’s POV Superstar, where you from? how is it going? I know you got a clue what you’re doing You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here But I know what you are, what you are, baby Astrid was swaying her hips, trying to make sure that my focus was on her. It was on her alright for I never saw this side of her before. Look at you getting more than just a re-up Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up