Bratayley Winnie Novels & Stories

Everyone was shocked. Winnie Yates was an internationally known pianist and one of the best in the country. She wasn't of noble birth, but the upper society vied for her attention. She represented taste and sophistication. Right now, she was saying that Nina would have better achievements than hers. Nina was ecstatic. She looked at Hannah with gratitude and tried to stay as calm as she could while nodding fervently, "Yes, I do! I want to! Ms. Yates, I—" "You can call me Ms. Winnie." Winnie smiled as she patted her on the head.

Won't that lead to some discussions? "Miss Elkie." Braelyn greeted respectfully because Elkie is Wyatt's sister and the two of them weren't close. Also, Braelyn is an orphan compared to Elkie's royal blood, so she could only greet Elkie. Elkie smiled and leaned forward with a cunning smile. "You're his mate? I heard you've been on his bed and do more." She said in a ridiculing tone. Braelyn's expression changed immediately. "Are you calling me a slut?" She fired back.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

Winnie grimaced at the offensive object, ducking so it didn’t hit him. “Makeover night. I’m not a girl,” Winnie grumbled. “You know what I meant,” Riley rolled his eyes. “Dave will intrude anyway. I meant chick-flick night.” “We can invite Taylor too,” I offered. “Given that she is ready to come up for air.” “Or if she can walk,” Riley snorted. “Invite the Beta mate too. Emily?” I nodded when he got the name right. “I like her.” “She helped us escape from Nonna,” Winnie agreed.

Tyson argues, glancing over at his sister. Winnie sits there, her hands folded nicely in her lap. I feel a tinge of sadness that even her brother has never noticed that there’s so much more to her than a pretty face at a party. “Winnie has the best eye for design I’ve seen. She’d be an amazing head of design for new hotels and even updating the designs in old ones.”

I hate to see Nate leave, especially when he looks so excited to get out of my apartment, but if I can replace him with cookies, I suppose not all hope is lost. "Go, do your thing," Winnie says shooing him out the door. "Don't forget to stop at the police station before you come back," she yells as the door closes. My eyes widen in question. "The station?" Winnie and Tabitha grab quick glances at one another. "She doesn't know. Does she?" Winnie shakes her head no. "Have you had Anessa's macaroons?" Tabitha asks, passing over the large container of assorted colorful cookies.

“I was born in this world...didn’t have much of a choice to decide whether or not.” Alina snickers with a sweet smile. “You talk like you’re already familiar with the bratva, Josephine. I blinked, unsure whether it was a statement or a challenge. Before I could reply, she continued. “But only sworn members can really speak about the Bratva. And you’re not one of us.” Katya looked elsewhere, avoiding my gaze of confusion that swept towards her direction. “You’re not the first girl that’s entered into Sasha’s world.” She shrugged. “They get scared, either end up dead or run for their lives...” she trails off, chuckling.

'Ok, what do we know?' I ask my men as they sit around our meeting table. Rory opens his laptop and shows the Bratva Principessa walking into the Houston Animal Centre wearing tight jeans and a backpack. She looks very young, with her stunning blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail and no make-up. 'She's doing her Intern Credit here at the Centre. Been attending for a week, and she'll be there for another three. If you want to take her, this is going to make it easy; she has two guards, and they are keeping it very low-key.'

Branches snapped beneath our paws as we pushed through the dark. My wolf was furious. Alina’s rage burned beside mine through the bond. Ahead of us, Nikita hunted the man who had thought he could use her and walk away. Asher believed humiliation was the worst thing that could happen to him. He had no idea what humiliation truly was. He was about to learn.

All five are taking turns staying here with me, rotating between the mountain compound and the daycare. Surprisingly, it's working. The nausea that nearly had me decorating every room with projectile vomit has faded to a dull, manageable ache. I still miss them constantly, but it no longer feels like I’m slowly poisoned from the inside. "Get up, Frankie," Valentine points at the track. "Five laps." I groan loud enough to startle birds from nearby trees. "This is discrimination against new wolves." "Not a wolf yet, and you won’t be if you don’t give me five more laps."