Beneath The Wings Novels & Stories

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 41 Caleb's POV: The first time I felt it—really felt it—we were sitting beneath the old neem tree behind Ava’s house. Just the three of us. Me. Ava. Alex. Like nothing had changed. Like time hadn’t pulled us in different directions and stitched new layers into our lives.

The skirt fell in perfect lines to just above my ankles, elegant and sophisticated. But it was the back that took my breath away. The dress plunged low, revealing a graceful arc of skin from my shoulder blades to just above the small of my back. Delicate beadwork along the edges caught the light with every movement, creating patterns that seemed to dance across my skin. It was daring without being vulgar, sophisticated without being stuffy.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

Kailee Bennett I should’ve just kept scrolling but I just couldn’t resist after liking one picture of Noah on I*******m. I swiped to his profile God damn. No matter how times I stalk his I*******m and how many times see the same pictures, I still get mesmerized like I was seeing for the first time. I keep telling myself to stop. But my fingers had a mind of their own. They just kept scrolling and scrolling I’d scrolled so far down Noah’s I*******m page, I was practically in 2020. Shirtless beach photos. Prom tux shots. Smirking selfies that looked like they were carved by gods and filtered by angels.

Aiden warns in a low, husky tone, his eyes fixed intently on my swollen lips. He raises his hand, as if to caress my mouth, and my lips part in anticipation, yearning for the gentle touch of his fingers. Desire courses through my veins, threatening to ignite with his touch. However, he restrains himself, aware that the flame might be difficult to control once kindled. Aiden exits the car first, and I follow, closing the door behind me. Together, we walk to the plane stairs, Kash pulling my luggage behind us. He hands it over to the waiting flight attendants, who efficiently load it into the cargo hold.

Their shoulders were brushed together, their heads bowed in close conversation. Arthur stood a few meters away, watching them with the intensity of a predator. He didn't interrupt with a shout; he simply pulled out a silver lighter, flicking it open and shut with a rhythmic click-clack that punctuated the sound of the waves. "If we release the butterflies here, they’ll catch the updraft and swirl perfectly around Xielle," Klint murmured, his hand briefly covering Tania’s on the tablet to guide her through the interface.

Caterina's POV My heart hammered so loudly I was certain Agnes would hear it. Jordan’s hand was warm and steady in mine behind the collapsed pew, but my mind raced. The beams of their flashlights sliced through the dusty air of the abandoned chapel like accusations. One swept inches above our heads, catching on the faded gold of a broken crucifix. “Check the altar,” Agnes ordered, in a low, sharp voice. “They were seen near the east wing earlier.”

When His Wings Unfold Over Her Azel kissed her collarbone with a tenderness that felt almost unreal like centuries of longing were finally allowed to breathe. Each kiss was slow. Precise. Meant. Mara’s breath hitched again, and his wings flickered not fading this time, but spreading. Light shimmered through the room, soft gold and white, feathers like dusted glass. His wings unfurled fully behind him, arching over her in a protective curve that closed the world out. As if he were sheltering her from heaven and himself. She stared up at them, breathless. “I didn’t know they could look like that.”

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

she said pulling her towards the main entrance leading to the house. The Okoji resident was quite a beauty to behold. Aria didnt realize how massive the place was until they stepped into the main wing. Their Estate holds not less than two double duplex and three flats on the west wings. Several cars were parked outside with numerous servants going about their duties. Aria always knew the Okoji's were involved in other businesses but she didn't realized it was this huge. I guess that was why they were so popular in the media. As they continued to make their way into the building, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the interior decoration that trailed the corridor leading towards the living room