Dina Fritz Novels & Stories

The Alpha sighed in relief when he caught sight of Dalton and adjusted his shirt which got messy during his brawl with the pack warriors who refused to let him cross the pack borders. An old frail woman stepped from behind the Alpha but the latter appeared reluctant to let the woman be anywhere afar from him. He seemed pretty protective of the woman. “I’m Alpha Blaze.” The Alpha introduced himself. “And this is Patricia, a witch who has been of great help to me and my mate.” “State your business for stepping on my territory without permission.” Dalton declared, loud and firm. “We mean no trouble. We’re here with good intention.” Alpha Blaze said with convincing honesty.

He told her. "If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile. Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.

Prissy informed Jared who smirks. "You could call it killing two birds with one stone." Jared says and Prissy smiles. "What's next?" Prissy asked "See what the Boston's are up to and the corp's, let more information reach the media." He ordered and Prissy nodded. "I also want you to look into a lady," He say and Prissy looks at him surprised. "She is my girl, right from England." He cleared her doubt. "Name?". "Dinah. Dinah Zealot." Jared says with a smirk.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

*Tring* Before it could ring again, I pick up the telephone. "Ethan! This is Rita. Come down, I am dropping you home. I will not hear any excuses, I know you are hur-" I keep the phone immediately disliking the female’s tone the way she was trying to flirt with Ethan. Snap that bitch’s head! I stand up, not liking the closeness between me and Ethan. Dakota pulls my nerves to again gawk at our mate's enchanting eyes and swift him off his feet and carry him in a bridal style to the cabin and have him right now.

So noisy that it caught not only my attention, but others too. I walked closer, standing a bit far off where i could get a better view of the action. Irina stood there, her red hair held in a high ponytail with a few strands covering her delicate features. She wore a long sleeveless white dress that clinched somewhat at the waist and a fur coat. Her skin was pale and she wasn't wearing any makeup, which made her look very delicate and easily pitiable. She had her hands around her belly, standing there with an aggrieved expression. Even i........was moved to pity her in such state.

“I make poor William come here every time I'm in town. It was a last minute visit today, and he still found a way to get us a table.” My teeth ground together. Mr. Darcy took my table. It had been my reservation that he stole. Yet one more reason to hate the bastard. “Where are you visiting from?” Jane asked as Fritz held out a chair for her. Mr. Darcy did the same for me and I did my best to ignore him. “I manage William's West Coast division,” Fritz replied. “I think I've been in the company almost as long as he has.” “If we're interrupting a business meeting, we can go,” I offered, already rising to my feet. “It's really not a problem.”

Ira continued Desmond's struggle. She started to meet the people behind Fritz. Ira was fed up with just being a behind-the-scenes supporter. She was also fed up that her son was now in Fritz's hands, and no one knew where she was. Only Bhima could track her down, which might take a long time. Ira contacted her acquaintances. She asked for help to collect any evidence of Fritz's crimes. Ira also has a hacker acquaintance. She needed information from an authority and digital data about Fritz's financial statements. If Ira's suspicions were correct, Fritz should never have paid taxes.

She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm. The wound reopened under her pull, and drops of blood fell to the floor. “Joseph, how could you be so despicable? You know Derek is innocent, yet you bribed reporters and hired online trolls. Do you want to ruin his reputation?” Her grip tightened around my wrist with great force. A sharp cracking sound followed. Pain washed over me, and a faint taste of blood filled my mouth. Derek pulled her away and acted generous. “Jaime, it’s alright. I believe Joseph wouldn’t do that.”

She snapped into an upright position, brushing off her dress. She looked at Winston's shocked face for a brief moment and then at mine which was exasperated. And then she smiled. A huge, mischievous grin spread across her lips as she placed her hands on her waist. She alternated her gaze between a quiet Winston, who had been unable to speak, and me. He just stood there like a statue, probably wondering what all four ladies were doing behind the door. The witches finally managed to stand upright. Dina’s face was reddened with embarrassment as she slapped nothing off her dress just so she wouldn't have to look up at either Winston or me.