Novel & Cerita Casey Ambrose

Honestly, I am still in the middle of my thoughts about what Casey said, I am not sure if what she wants is a great idea, I let out a huge air and sigh when Nan notice it. "Something bothering Ambi?" "It is nothing grandma" "You that is not true, come on tell grandma what makes you look like that" "What? Look like what???" "Look like a person who cant poo! Hahaha" "Funny grandma!" "Hahaha, okay kidding aside, you look bothered Ambi and I know why, it is about your past and present huh?" "Well kind of like that, ahmmm Casey wants to invite Esther for dinner"

Xander's POV Cassie has been my mate for ten years now. She has bore me ten kids. All boys except for our youngest pup. She is now six months old. All of her brothers are just so happy to have her as their sister. The pack has chosen Marcus to be the future alpha. Cassie is pregnant for the seventh time. She is having twins. In the order of eldest to youngest, we have Levi, Marcus, and Jackson as our triplets. We had a single pup named Leonardo. Then we had twins Matthew and Kenny. Another single pup Lenny. Our youngest two sons are Samson and Nathan. Then our one and only daughter Ashleigh. We don't know yet if we are having one, two, or three pups or what the genders are.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

Peter Ambrose stepped into Level Zero. He hadn't changed his clothes. He still wore the charcoal-gray suit, the white silk tie, the expensive leather oxfords that had never been designed to walk through mud and broken glass. He carried no umbrella, no security detail, and no devices. His hands were empty, his face pale and completely still beneath the flickering halogen light as he closed the door behind him, locking us both inside the dark, rusted tomb of our youth. He walked toward me, his steps silent against the concrete, his eyes tracking my position with the cold, calculated precision of an optical sensor. He stopped ten feet away, just at the edge of the pale orange circle cast by the

Her face glowed with joy. My anger faltered, melting away as I knelt down to her level. “Oh, baby, that’s beautiful. Look how gentle you are. It trusts you. It's standing on your finger.” Liam crouched beside me, his arm brushing mine. He smiled at our daughter, his voice soft. “You're making the butterfly feel safe. This is why she wants to stand on your finger, and she trusts that you're not going to hurt it.” Anastasia giggled, beaming between us. “Do you think that it's a she or he? I really want it to be a she, but I wouldn't mind it being a he as long as it trusts me.”

Only the moment the girls wave goodbye and walk down the hall, Robbie's shoulders slump, and I watch as he goes back to the quiet, sad version of himself that he has become lately. I walk over to him, cup the back of his head, and gently squeeze, showing him my support. "I'm heading to my office, got a large glass of whisky with my name on it. I'm sure I can find one for you too." He looks at me for a few seconds before nodding as he looks back at the hallway where Aria was just seconds ago. We move into my office and sit down, then I pull out a favourite whiskey of mine and pour us both a very generous serving. "Wait, Rosie and Tony have Wade. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with Bonnie?

“You know my daughter Casey. This is not her scene and I would like for you to keep her company. I don’t want her to get bored.” One look at Casey and she was already blushing and ticking a strand of hair behind her ear. It was all an act. She was used to seeing men like me before. There was nothing new about what she saw. She was acting that way so I could see how shy and innocent he was—she wasn’t. Everyone had seen her leaked nudes and videos online. She was a wild spirit. To me, she was a vulture looking for a rich man to sink her claws into.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Taking out my own car, that dad gifted me year back, I drove to the place where my restless heart will find peace…… Graveyard…… My feet took me the same path I have walked so many uncountable time since I was 8 years old. I stopped and looked at the grave of Stephanie Ronaldo, My loving mother. I placed the bouquet I got on the way on the grave of my mother as tears started to roll down my eyes. “Oh mom! How I wish you were here with me…. I am getting married!and…I not excited about it. His name is James Russo…..he is a top notch bachelor. Too arrogant and cold. He and I….we are pole apart in personality. I am like warm sunshine and he is like cold as ice…..he is arrogant! Too arrogant and m

The cageborn paused, head tilting, as if considering him. Then it lunged. Kieran threw up his arms— and the cageborn slipped through them like smoke, striking his chest. Kieran screamed as black tendrils spread across his skin like frost burning hot. He collapsed, convulsing, eyes rolling back. “No!” I shouted, and the word tried to become panic— I crushed it into a decision. “OFF,” I said. Ash surged from the runes—black cinders lifting like a storm—slamming into the cageborn and ripping it off Kieran’s chest in a violent pull. The creature skidded across the floor, shrieking.