Cherish Tracy Wolff Novels & Stories

"Hello, I'm Chloe, Charlie's sister." "Hello, Chloe. I'm Noelle Shaw, Charlie's wife." "Noelle?" Chloe paused, and then a familiar face flashed in her mind. "Are you Noelle Shaw from Collosus Group, the one from the project department?" Noelle was slightly taken aback but then smiled. "Yes, that's me." Chloe's expression turned grim as she tightly gripped the phone. "So, it is you!" "Yes, it's me. You remember me?" Noelle had assumed Chloe would not have much of an impression of her.

Natalee said happily. Cherish suddenly remembered the contract she had just drawn up. Was it targeting Natalee? She frowned and turned to Elio. "She's my good bestie, so I hope you’ll take care of her. Don't give her any more grief, okay?" Natalee was touched. Tears welled up in her eyes. Cherish was like an angel, swooping down in time to save her! Elio feigned confusion. "Why are you asking me that? I don’t have that much power or influence."

"We need to hear your version directly." I nodded. "Of course." We sat. Kelvin and Mother flanked me. The Council members arranged themselves across from us. Elder Marcus pulled out a recording device. "Do you consent to having this testimony recorded?" "I do." He activated it. "This is the official testimony of Racheal Thorne regarding the death of Christopher Reed and the actions of the Society of Wolf Hunters. Date: three days after the siege of Alpha Kelvin's compound." He looked at me. "Please begin."

A chatty, non-stop wolf would be horrendous. Kohl and I were a good team because although he was quick to anger, very aggressive at fighting and a truly dangerous beast in wolf form, he considered matters like a military strategist. Whether Cherish’s little flashes of temper, her frustration at lack of control would be a good or bad thing for her wolf was another. Her face watching me make the deal with the truck buyer today, if I hadn’t consulted her, she would have been outraged. I was always going to, but it was interesting to see another side to her. Even when frustrated, those eyes still had me hooked.

Heavy tears come rolling down my cheeks more from the pain than from the sound of raw anguish in his voice as he continues, "Tracy was weak, Destiny. She was weak after childbirth and you took advantage of that to kill her. Be brave enough to admit it!" Those words make something in my chest break. Tracy? Weak? Isn't she the same woman that asked for a party to be thrown the minute she gave birth because she was so strong? "Tracy is a trained warrior wolf, Tristan. I wouldn't be able to defeat her in combat, not even on her worst day." The words scrape out of my hoarse throat as my body trembles from pain but it's true. He knows it's true. Tristan's voice only cracks with more emotion as he

My wolf would never allow it. But the night Eli fell into the ocean… everything cracked. When I thought he had died, something inside me shattered in a way I couldn’t repair. That was the moment I realized the truth I had been denying. Eli was no longer just a promise I was protecting. He was mine. Not because of a contract. Not because of Elion. But because somewhere along the way my heart had chosen him. And that realization terrified me more than any battlefield ever could. Loving Eli meant risking the very thing I had sworn to protect—his freedom.

" Cherish asked her friend, as her eyes sparkled with excitement. "I think we're thinking the same thing, Cherish." Belvina responded with a smile. "So, does that mean you're going to put your raffle tickets here?" Gracie joins in their conversation, while shaking the drop box. "You're the best, Gracie! You're literally an angel!" Cherish happily exclaimed, while hugging her colleague. "Well, I don't know what really happening, but I'm glad to be of help." Gracie said, while shrugging her shoulders.

She reached for the water dispenser, but Mercy suddenly grabbed her wrist. “Wait.” Tracy blinked in confusion. “You’ve lost that glow.” Tracy frowned. “What glow?” Mercy raised a brow at her. “Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?” “What?” Tracy exclaimed immediately. “What makes you think that?” Mercy folded her arms and looked at her knowingly. “I’m not a child, Tracy. Don’t lie to me.” She tilted her head slightly. “You don’t look happy anymore.” Her voice softened. “I see it. You don’t look happy. That glow that comes from being with a man who truly loves you? It’s gone. You look... dim.”

Tracy walked slowly into his sleek, modern office. She wore a simple white sweater and dark jeans. Her eyes were still puffy and bright red from crying all morning, but a genuine, beautiful light shone brightly across her pale face. The heavy shadow of Chandler's abuse was finally lifting from her shoulders. Stopping right in front of his large desk, she looked down at him. Her hands shook slightly as she grabbed the edge of the smooth glass surface. "Thank you," Tracy said, her voice trembling with intense, profound gratitude. "You promised me you had a plan yesterday in the car, but I never imagined you would actually risk everything to pull her out of there."

I stood behind her, slightly stretching out my neck to see what was going on. " Awwn!! Grace, Is that your daughter? The man who had locked eyes with her asked her. Mom agreed, but she was not willing to continue the conversation. Unfortunately for both of us, they had other interesting questions that made me shiver in my boots... "Go away, Chris." My mother's werewolf fingers popped out as she politely asked him to leave. But he didn't; instead, he asked Mom about me, specifically my powers. "We would need her". He said something.