Eminence Grise Female Lead Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You're lying! My mother would never..." "Wouldn't she?" Camila sneers. “Let me tell you about your mother, Elise. Let me tell you who Grace Blackwood really was." She begins pacing, like a prosecutor delivering a closing argument. "Grace was beautiful, I'll give her that. And she knew how to use her looks. She collected men like trophies. Business partners, employees, even some of the board members sitting in this room." Several men shift uncomfortably, refusing to meet my eyes.

Norm was a little surprised to hear Chase speaking in such a gentle way. Selmer and Helena were surprised as well. They wondered if Gina was Chase's type. However, none of them voiced it out loud. Chase's sudden change of tone was a stark contrast to his previous gruff and tough manner. All of them looked at Gina. She was the second-best elite in the Light Divine Holy Land. Gina was tall and slender with fair skin. She had a head of beautiful hair and was very good-looking. For some reason, her cheeks flushed, and she looked a little shy. She was also… sleepy?

As the Alpha's daughter, Gracie would get seen as quickly as possible and have the best care. I took my eyes to Elsie, who stood timidly propped up against the kitchen counter. Studying her face, I noticed her green eyes shimmered as tears formed, but as though she held them back to refrain from showing any emotion. Her cheeks were slightly reddened, while her freckles stood out from her pale complexion. She really was beautiful, heavenly in fact. I could see why Oris and Kai would be infatuated with her, if that was the case. But I had to push my feelings aside once more and tackle the matter in hand.

Despite the hair color and style being different, there was something unnervingly familiar about her face. "Mr. Sinclair," Brandon said quietly, "I'd like you to meet someone." The woman stepped forward, her eyes—identical to Gemini's—fixing on Simon with an intensity that sent a chill down his spine. "Hello, Simon," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I'm Maya Greyson. Gemini's mother." Simon felt as though the floor had dropped away beneath him. Despite Brandon's revelation earlier, seeing Maya Greyson in the flesh—alive, breathing, standing before him—was a shock to his system.

"That's accuracy. I've seen what happens when people are convicted by proximity. I won't do it." Torres nodded slowly. "I'll hold the formal process while you talk to her. Twenty-four hours." "That's all I need," Grace said. • • • She showed Emma the footage that evening. She did it at the kitchen table with the laptop between them, no preamble, just: there is something I need to show you and I need you to watch it and then tell me what I'm seeing. Emma watched the clip. Her expression went through several things in the space of those eleven seconds — recognition, a flicker of something Grace could not immediately name, and then a settling, a straightening, the look of someone deciding that

But that didn’t bother her, giving into her animal instincts gave her solace, gave her peace. Within a few seconds, the white wolf was gone, and in its place stood a tall, lean woman with hair almost as white as snow and eyes as blue as the endless oceans. In place of the white wolf, now stood Mikalya Carnell, the first ever Female Alpha in the world dominated by male shifters.