Azula Fanfic Novelas e Histórias

He respected that. But for Azalea, the aftermath was more complicated. Back in her room, she tried to focus on her English homework, but her brain wasn't cooperating. Every time she stared at her laptop screen, her thoughts betrayed her, dragging her back to the memory of Jackson's tongue on her, the way he moved, how he made her feel like nothing else in the world mattered but them.

Her mind was racing with thoughts of Azalea—how she had walked into the meeting as if she belonged there, how Federico had allowed her to stay, and how no one had stood up to her. She gripped the edge of the mattress, her knuckles turning white. **Azalea** was a thorn in her side, and worse, she was starting to get in the way of Maya’s long-held plans for Federico. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, until her anger started morphing into something darker—something more dangerous. “I’ll make her regret it,” Maya muttered to herself, her eyes narrowing with a glint of malice. “I’ll make her wish she’d never set foot in this palace.”

A voice interrupted my daydreaming of what Alex might have done or could be doing right now if we did not stop to greet this woman. “Hello, Aria. How are you?” Alex said as he looked at her. She was stunning, nonetheless. It made me feel insecure in my skin right now. She was tall and gorgeous, not to mention blonde with sparkling green eyes, like Emerald. “So, who’s your friend there?” She asked me as I was shifting behind Alex. He just remembered that I was behind him as he was gripping my hand. “ah, yes, I would like you to meet my fiancée, Azalea. Darling, this is Aria, my—“