Danya Kukafka Novels & Stories

Chloe kicked me, and I fell off the balcony. While I was still groaning in pain, I could hear her laughing hysterically. Why do they derive so much joy from making me suffer? What have I ever done to them? My name is Daphne Knight. I’m an omega, 22 years old, and my family loathes me so much. My father is the beta of our pack, The Dark Iron pack while I’m just his illegitimate daughter, who he had with his omega slave, my late mother. Everyone in my pack, calls me a jinx because my mom died while saving me from a fire, and it was rumored that the witches are after me… that I can’t tell why. So, I was brought to my father when I was 10 years old.

he said. I made a face at him, putting my hands together. Katya was the prodigy of one of the most ruthless and deadly warlocks … Yuri. Yuri was hell-bent on world domination and lost his head about 80 years ago in battle … courtesy of Dina of all people. She came off as everyone’s nice auntie but I wouldn’t want to piss her off. “Follow me,” I said, dashing to the tent where Dina was working. “What do we know about any witches in the pack,” I shouted, to a room full of various creatures.

“You’re a warrior, ladybug. I’m proud of you. So tell me what organization you’re in?” She studied me for a moment and said, “I can’t tell you that.” “Or you’re gonna have to kill me?” She shook her head in amusement. “No, but one of these days we might bump into one of them. You just have to trust me on this one.” “Not associated with Obsidian? Have you met Dane before you came back?” “Nope, but I had a brief encounter with one of the members.” “Kain?” “Yes. He’s a werecat, but from what I heard, he’s a—”

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

Houston's Latest Heartthrob: The Woman Who Keeps Daniel Zavaro Warm Between the Cleats I snatch the paper from her and scan the article, vaguely aware Geni is reading over my shoulder. Step back ladies. It appears Daniel Zavaro is off the market. Maybe even for good! Last week, the twenty-nine-year-old captain of the Texas Mutiny, and one of last year's most eligible bachelors, was spotted in the company of twenty-five-year-old Quincy Watson, a local hairdresser.

“and my youngest son, Luca. “Good afternoon,” I greeted, my head down. “A pleasure to meet you all, especially you, Anaya. I am Dante, the oldest as of present,” he leaned, took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, “and these are my siblings, Raffaele, Nico, Leonardo, Adrian and Serena, our youngest,” he gestured to each of them. “It is a pleasure to meet you, too” After that, the afternoon went on smoothly. Then a crash, cups and plates breaking, refreshments spilled and the maids they loked utterly horrified.

Getting out of the room, she was met by a huge gathering of the pack members. She stared forward to see why everyone gathered. It’s probably one of those impromptu meetings. The Alpha, Damien, walked down majestically from the stairs, his composure was grandly towering, as if he wasn’t the one that nearly strangled her minutes ago. He had some Beta wolves, who served as guards behind him. He glared around the room, as he suspiciously scrutinised everyone.

Kate replied with a small chuckle. "It truly can be quite hard at the start. I left mine a few years ago and I kid you not, it was crazy." "You're right. I only have a few bucks left as we speak. I might visit them for groceries next week," She said and laughed. Caitlyn smiled. "You should. They'd be happy to help." "I'm checking around for a job. I just need them to cover me until then." "What type of job are you looking for?" "Honestly, I'm going to take anyone that comes with good pay."

Our mate is here. The hold on my coffee mug tightens as I wait in anticipation. I am as excited as my wolf to meet our mate, but definitely for different reasons. I can't wait to see her. What pack she might belong to? What color her wolf might be? Dakota keeps asking as he circles in my head. What her boob size might be? What color her nipples might be? I ask in return. Dakota growls, and I just laugh at him. He is behaving like a teenager who fell in love for the first time. Stupid wolf!

Chantelle just nods and smiles, trying to act natural. Delcan takes a sip of his coffee, and then says, "You know, I never properly introduced myself the other night. My name is Delcan." Chantelle smiles and says, "It's nice to meet you, Delcan. I'm Chantelle." Just then, a customer walks in and approaches the counter. "Sorry, I have to get back to work," Chantelle says apologetically. Delcan nods and says, "No problem. I understand. It was nice to meet you." Then he takes another sip of his coffee and starts to walk out of the coffee shop. As he passes by the counter, he says, "Have a great day, Chantelle." She smiles and says, "You too, Delcan." As Delcan leaves the coffee shop, he thinks