Deku's New Look Novels & Stories

"If you really want bolder color, we can do some really dramatic auburn lowlights and offset it with blonde highlights." If it was any customer other than Sue, I wouldn't be so open with my assessment. But Sue was my very first customer over five years ago. We know each other very, very well. In her late fifties, she is spunky and fun. I want to be her when I grow up. "I think Quincy's right," Geni says, winking at me. She always backs me up when it comes to Sue's disastrous ideas. "Highlights and lowlights are the way to go. They'll be beautiful on you."

Marcus My phone buzzed against the desk, Dekota's name flashing on the screen. I answered immediately. "It's urgent," she said, breathless. "I'm on my way to you right now." "Come quick," I said, unable to keep the satisfaction out of my voice. "We need to celebrate. The accident worked. You should've seen the state of his car, Dekota. Even if Drent somehow survived that, there's no way he's walking into that boardroom for the presentation."

Lorenzo's gaze moved slowly across the room. Studying every face. Every captain, every Underboss and every potential problem. Then his eyes settled on me, deliberately. "Today Isabella Moretti became Isabella De Luca." The weight of my new name settled across the room. Lorenzo turned back toward the guests. "Her inheritance is under my protection." "Her territory is under my protection." "Her people are under my protection." I watched understanding spread through the room. This wasn't a wedding speech but rather a declaration, a claim.

I grumbled. Deacon looked completely different from the man I met. He was no longer a glasses-wearing, slicked-haired professor. His hair fell like Zeus's, and his mannerisms and attire matched him. It was as though he was a younger carbon copy of Zeus, thankfully without the mental experience. He still had that child-like need for his toys to stay his, and he didn't like to share. "Tell me, why are the staff so attentive to you?" he questioned. "Seriously?" I turned around while folding my arms across my chest.

I do the same, and though the burst of flavor and juices that explode in my mouth I can hardly enjoy it as I anxiously wait for Eric to continue. “I met with a business partner,” he says and my eyebrows shoot up. “Partner?” I echo. Eric nods. “Blue Moon Group is rebranding,” he looks at me and raises his glass. “Just like you did,” he says and my head spins. “We’re becoming an exclusive children’s clothing line, inspired by Debbie,” Eric says and Debbie squeals.”you mean, I get to be your model?” Debbie says and bursts into exaggerated model poses with her one hand up on the back of her head and the other on her hip.

A cake sat in the middle of the table, candles already lit. Lukas laughed. He seemed really surprised as he walked forward brushing confetti from his hair. "You bastards. I said no party." "Too bad," Olga grinned. "We brought the new girl to help celebrate." I stood there, stunned, until Dew pulled me into the circle. "Come on, Bella - you're officially one of us now." Officially. That was good. They all had this welcoming vibe. Dew, male. He seemed to be a fashionista or...I hate to be a judge of character but he looked like a really cute gay. His lips gloss, colorful outfit and boot.

All four of them had been horrible to me throughout middle and high school, all while Atlas stood by silently, that insufferable look of indifference on his face. Duke Kentworth had been through some changes of his own. His hair was still the shade of midnight, unruly as it sat on his head, but now grazed the nape of his neck. Duke had always been large, built like a linebacker. He lost some of the roundness in his face, his jawline jutting out in sharp angles. What truly captured my attention was the scar running down his cheek. It was a light shade of pink, slightly raised as though it had just healed. While werewolves healed fast, we were still able to scar just as a human would. Instead

Nueva followed him nervously out into the quieter hallway. She had no idea that Evie had such a handsome cousin or that he was one of the invited tonight. Derek stopped by the corner next to the front doors. His burnished copper coloured hair glowed in the bright light from the rustic black iron chandelier hanging high in the ceiling. "So, Nueva," Derek started, leaning in closer to her face. "Do you like the party?" She nodded. "Very much so." Before glancing down playing with a lonely curl. "How come I have never heard of you before?"

“And most importantly, make sure all sharp blades and potential weapons are removed from the venue. I don’t want any Alphas stabbing each other under my watch. Got it?” Well, that was known to happen way too many times when Alphas are involved. “Alright. I will be arriving soon. Keep everything in check until then.” Derek said before cutting the call and turning abruptly. Both of us froze, staring at each other in surprise. As I took in his appearance, I could feel him doing the same. I had always seen him with his hair untamed and a scruffy five’o clock shadow on his face. But today, his black hair was slicked back neatly, showing off his facial structure fully. And his face was neatly shav

Panic shredded my insides. She bowed her head and blushed. Blushed. I wondered if the adorable pink tinge to her cheeks was from the purchase or the awkward awareness between us that seemed to grow overnight. She typically dressed for comfort, not trends. Certainly not anything too revealing. A bikini wasn't her thing. Shit. The visual came again. "Matt will go nuts, don't you think? Now that he's moving to Charlotte and they're officially a couple, we needed to get her something to spark, you know-" Dee winked.