Asuna Nike Novels & Stories

The dress seemed a bit too short. “Hey, don’t even start, bro,” Anastasia shot back with a grin. “It’s perfect for DeLuna! Isn’t it great that we’re the same size?” Victoria playfully smacked me on the chest, but I wasn’t amused. The dress hugged Anastasia’s figure tightly, with an off-the-shoulder neckline and a flirtatious above-the-knee hemline. A daring slit added a touch of sass. I suspected she wouldn’t be wearing it for long.

"Alpha Luciano!" Beta Chris called, as he entered into the Alpha's office. "Not now Beta Chris, I'm busy" Alpha Luciano replied, his eyes still fixed on his laptop. "You have to see this, now!" He emphasized the word, and Alpha Luciano looked at him. "What is it?" He asked, and they both hurriedly left the house. "Look!" Beta Chris said, pointing at the wonder in the sky. It was an Eclipsed Union.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

I couldn't take my eyes off her very fragile neck, as she walked away, fantasizing about how much force I needed to break it or how long it would take for her to breathe her last. "Get it together," I whispered to myself, practicing the breathing techniques. I walked into the fitting room to see the ladies talking amongst themselves. The minute I entered, the talking ended. I glanced to the corner to see Gertrude sitting down with Harper, the Delta's mate. "Luna, the designer is waiting," Alina called to my attention. "Of course," I smiled at her. "Bring the dresses," I said to the designer, who rolled in some dresses. Gertrude got up from the couch to pick her dress out, but Alina blocked h

I tried pacing, then writing, but the rage inside me boiled too hot for ink. Then, just before noon, the door opened. It was not gentle, but it slammed against the wall and strode the Queen again. However, this time, she wasn’t alone. A young woman followed her. She was slender, elegant and wide-eyed with the posture of someone trained from birth to curtsy before fire. Her hair was like spun moonlight, her dress Tyrian purple. The Queen stepped aside as if she were presenting a jewel. “Ashina,” she said, “meet Lady Almira. My niece.”

“Wasn’t that what you were going to do?” “No. I said I was going to beat them, not send them to the hospital.” Anastasia defended whilst shaking her hand. Quickly, she changed the topic. “That aside, girl, look at that dress your wearing.” She whistled getting a better look at the dress Leonica was wearing. “It’s beautiful. Where did you get it?” “From a new clothing brand. The name is Aphrodite, I think.” “Like the goddess of seduction? Suits you.” Anastasia praised.

"My head hurts so much thinking about how to make you cope with your heat phase, but your attitude is like a bastard asking me to beat you up!" Tristan couldn't reply to his sister's scolding anymore. He just demanded the bloody red card from the table and then read it. On the front of the card is written White & CO boutique, then on the back is the name Ananas as an exclusive member. "Since when did you become an exclusive member of this boutique?" "Since you make my head almost explode every time." Ananas pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. "Never mind, tomorrow you have to come and don't argue anymore."

As I admired them, I couldn’t help but think about Sade and her shoe fiasco with her mom earlier. Zack was amazing! “Oliver too,” Asena chimed in, her voice echoing in my mind. “It serves her right. That bitch deserves what's coming to her. I hope Angelica gave her a good beating!” “Asena,” I admonished, my eyes widening. “You can’t say that.” “Why not?” she retorted. “It’s the truth. Who in their right mind would pay $165,000 for a pair of shoes? They weren’t even made of gold or covered in priceless gems.”

Her eyebrows arched high as she raised the shoes again under the light to be sure it was the original pair she had confirmed initially, “He just bought you this because your feet were hurting?!” “Thousands?!” Skylar's mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes bulging from their sockets as she looked at the pair of beautiful shoes her friend was holding. “Yeah, dummy,” Amelia rolled her eyes, “These are the newly-launched AVARSON sneakers for females. What do you even know?” She huffed in further disbelief at her friend's cluelessness. “I had no idea!” She gasped in shock as she tried to apprehend why he would purchase something that expensive for her, her eyebrows shot up even more when she

Cole squirmed at my feet, breaking the trance-like state. "Well then," Aspen said as he rose smoothly to his feet, every movement radiating that effortless power and command. "I should be going. We can discuss schedules and training another time." My traitorous gaze drifted down his form, admiring the way the soft material of his shirt strained against the contours and grooves of his muscular torso. I felt heat prickle along the back of my neck and quickly averted my eyes as he approached. "Goodnight Andrea," he rumbled, passing so close I could smell that intoxicating blend of forest pine and cedar washing over me. "I'll see you both soon." He promises, his voice a hushed vow.