Bronte Novels & Stories

I know it’s kinda cliche but we all want young adult stories at times to remind us of our teenage days (LOL). I’m off to writing my new baby. It’s titled The Alpha’s Cursed Mate and also available on Goodnovel. SPOILER ALERT: it’s a werewolf fantasy romance. I hope you’ll give it a shot. Scroll to the next page to get a sneak peek of The Alpha’s Cursed Mate!!!

Rebecca said, turning to her side, "Your Majesty, meet Zita. She is my personal help and Lady Cathy's governess." "It's nice to meet you, Your Majesty." Zita said politely and curtsied. "Same here." Violet said calmly, with a warm smile. "Um, I would love to continue this conversation but I have to return home. My husband is coming back today and I..." Rebecca said as she collected Catherine from her, "...plan to surprise him by making him a special meal." Violet felt a little sad when Catherine returned to her mother.

However, Mikhail's face remained stoic, his anger simmering beneath the surface as he struggled to maintain a neutral expression. Ronan Marino stood up, a charming smile on his face. "It is with great honor and pleasure to introduce to you the future Bratva's bride, Donatella De Luca." He walked towards the door, opening it with a flourish. Donatella stepped in, her navy blue gown shimmering under the lights. The off-the-shoulder design accentuated her elegant neck, and the knee-length hem showcased her toned legs. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her bright smile lit up the room.

Chapter ninety four Lora's coffee grew cold as she stared at the Boston Tribune's society pages spread across the kitchen table. Her hands trembled, crumpling the newspaper's edges. The headline screamed at her: "YOUNG BENNETT HEIR CELEBRATES 20TH BIRTHDAY WITH 'GODMOTHER' MONA KANE."

--- “Be quiet,” my aunt mumbled. “You will be quiet, young woman. Look at you saying things like that to me... You're on the news, on magazines as the woman always assaulted and always bearing bruises. That your mother did—that! Your father never laid his hands on her. The disgrace you bring, the shame, desperation to have a man? It makes me want to vomit... on your face. You're just that one taint in our family name that we can't get away from. No wonder your brother is always running from you. You're just insufferable. And after everything you coin it as your fault. Despicable!”

I made it down the drive to get the mail only to see a letter inide nothing else. I got the letter to see that it was from Wilson. It was his handwriting which I knew. I laid it in my pocket of my vest and got back into the truck and drove back to the castle without saying a word to Millie. Once back at castle I sat at the dining room table and started reading the letter from Wilson filled with rage. Dear Brian,

My body was exhausted coupled with the fact that I couldn't see past the heavy rain seeming to pour from the sky. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. I still haven't found answers to my numerous questions. This was my last thought before I finally lost control of my body and let the strong current carry me ... *** The storm outside eased a little but it was still dark outside and he could tell that the storm only calmed down a little but there was still more to come. He continued reading the book positioned in his hands. His thoughts momentarily straying to his sad excuse of a family. Mr and Mrs. Bronx popularly known as 'The Bronxes'. He remembered the night when his parents had suggest

, I whispered to him. "Okay", he whispered back. "What do you want from me?" I asked the girl in front of me. What's her name again? Kristine? Kaisha? Kimberly? "Ugh, what is your name?" I yelled out loud in frustration when I got tired of trying to remember her damn name. "My name is Kimberly Brent sweetie and I'm the queen of the school", she said looking so proud of herself. I snorted. "I don't care who or what you are in this school. Just spill the crap you came to say and leave me alone."

He glances across at her as she apologises to Mr Whiting for being late, again. Her top raises up to show the smallest bit of her tattoo on her smooth, toned stomach when she scrapes her hair back and twists it into a bun at the back of her head. Why isn't she wearing my jacket? I think with disappointment. Luke looks her over and gives an appreciative grunt when she drops a book then bends over to pick it up, her ass showing off nicely through her trousers. Nodding at me he concedes.

I ask, pulling away and looking into his face. “My girlfriends. Why are you jealous?” He smirks and I can feel myself frowning, he laughs, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “No, Emily is Shane’s mum, Gemma is the neighbour and the sister to Shane’s other brother in law, and Elody is Shane’s little terror of a niece, she’s the boss of us all, including Jake.” “Right, ok.” I sit back on the sofa, but Luke pulls me back into his arms.