Chandra Schwartz Novels & Stories

Liam interjected. "Really? I thought she was a lonely widow." Liam was slightly surprised but then normalized his expression. "She's a dignified widow. You don't need to pity her because the lives of those who criticize her are far more pitiful and lonely." Checkmate. Liam wasn't exaggerating; everyone knew who the Chandra family was and how their power and wealth could silence the criticism of thousands. "Okay, we're done, Cath!" shouted the lead cameraman. Dhira and a makeup artist approached Catherine, wiping her sweat and touching her makeup.

I pushed the door open and stopped. The smell hits me first, cold metal, old concrete, and something faintly metallic beneath it. Then my eyes adjusted to the dim light and landed on her. Justin was tied to the chair in the center of the room. Her wrists were bound to the armrests with thick cord. Her head had fallen forward, dark hair spilling over her face. She was completely still, too still, the kind of stillness that had nothing to do with sleep or unconsciousness. For a moment my mind refuses to understand what I am seeing.

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

**** "Life is tough. But every challenge makes a person stronger. It is up to you if you are going to step forward or take a step back. Just don't forget to pray and ask for guidance from our creator above. I am Angela, who has in mind that pure love is impossible for a prostitute like me but changed when a brave man proved it is possible. I am now signing off." The End.

The meeting took time as the new investors kept on asking lots of questions which was answered ofcourse. I got out of the conference hall and was about to walk out of the elevator when my phone beeped. I brought it out and frown on seeing the message from my assistant. I stomped out of the elevator and matched to my office where I was told Chloe was causing commotion with my secretaries. What the fvck is wrong with that girl. For crying out loud, why would she come to my company to fight my employees. Such guts she has. "Chloe I thundered as I got to the scene to see her landing a piercing slap on one of my secretary and dragging the hair of the other.

Maybe tonight I can get some answers. “ Good morning everyone!” Charlotte announced as she enters the house with her teeth chattering, you can tell her hair is wet as if she just got out of the shower “ Charlotte, can I ask you a question?” I choked out as she walked into the kitchen with a pot hot chocolate placing it on the stove “ sure?” She smiles opening the fridge and grabbing the whipped cream “ Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? I’m not sure where the restaurant is or where we would go but whatever you want is fine with me if you’ll let me take you out”

“Come here often?” I snort, rolling my eyes. “Nice line.” He leans back, rising up to his full height- and this guy has got to be six and a half feet tall, he towers over most everyone around him. “Not a line, just a question,” he shrugs, playing it cool. “I’m Chase.” Where do I know that name from? I take in his bulky physique, feel the alpha energy rolling off of him, and it clicks. Chase. The elusive sixth up-and-coming alpha. Funny, he doesn’t look like he’s still in high school…

The snow had thickened overnight, leaving the training grounds coated in a soft white layer that crunched underfoot. Serena stood at the edge of the field, her breath visible in the crisp air, the wooden staff trembling slightly in her gloved hands. All around her, the she-wolves trained with swift, fluid movements, their bodies graceful and powerful. They moved like one—spinning, striking, landing with perfect rhythm. Their discipline was visible in every motion, their strength evident in every blow.

"Mr. Adzharia, you have been chosen by Ms. Phalli Chandra VP of International Finance." Where Khalid was patently African-American, his mentor was African – most likely central African, like Congo, or Cameroon. She was in her early thirties and sculpted in a way that made me think I wouldn't mind wrestling her even though I wasn't sure who would win. "You have an excellent grasp of linguistics as I recall."

The image quality was crystal clear, and it could pick up even faint sounds, except for whispers, of course. I observed as Chandra slammed the door upon entering the room and then collapsed into his comfortable chair. "Damn it, why did Dita have to come back and manage the company? And I was so stupid not to check my wallet before going to Raisa's place this morning. Now I've been caught. I hadn't even managed to empty the ATM, and now it's been taken by that lioness!" Chandra's muscular hand pounded the wooden table, presumably out of frustration.