First Lady Urban Book Novels & Stories

Ethan’s Office, At Night. The city lights flickered through the tall windows of Ethan’s office, casting long shadows across the room. He sat behind his desk, a half finished glass of whiskey in his hand, but it hadn’t moved in minutes. His jaw was tight. His eyes, narrowed. And on the screen in front of him there she was. Olivia Monroe. A cover story on FORBES The headline read: ‘’From Betrayed Wife to Fashion Powerhouse: How Olivia Monroe Built an Empire.”

Nate's face broke out in a charming smile and he came over to me again and plopped his butt proudly on my bed. "My name is Alara" I whispered shyly playing with my fingers looking at him from the corner of my eye when I suddenly felt myself being engulfed in a warm hug. My heart skipped a beat as I came to a realization. This is the first time I'm ever being hugged. My cheeks heat up and I wrapped my hands around Nate's back and cherished the feeling of warmth and contentment. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. "Aww, look at her Eli, she's blushing" Nate pinched my cheeks and ruffled up my hair making me scowl up at him. Why the heck in dunkin donuts were the both of them so tall? I need an

he barked, gesturing for me to follow. The mention of the Alpha sent a chill through me. My heart pounded, fear slithering through my veins like ice. I followed him, my feet dragging as we ascended the staircase to the Alpha’s floor. At the end of the corridor, a young maid stood by two large double doors adorned with intricate carvings of a full moon and a wolf howling towards the sky. She held a bucket and cleaning supplies, her eyes darting nervously. At least today, I was dressed decently—a plain grey dress that covered me fully. The guard opened the doors, and I stepped inside. The room swallowed me whole, vast and grand. It wasn’t just a room—it was a palace in itself.

All of the scrutiny and expectations that come with being the First Daughter really just make your life dull. In fact, this is the closest in proximity I’ve been to a condom in two years. That’s pathetic, right? I’m twenty-six years old. I’m pretty sure that most other twenty-six-year-olds are dating and hooking up and generally having lots of fun. But when you’re the First Daughter, even going out on one date is a big deal. The man must be appropriate, vetted, and a serious potential love interest. Good grief, I can’t even imagine what would happen if I had an actual fling. Democracy as we know it would clearly collapse.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

Thankfully, Mum had left my room, I was the CEO of Stone Cooperation, I didn't know why I had to be early,but Mum treated me like a kid she thinks I am. Oh! forgive my manners, I am Gwendolyn Stone, 22 years of age, respected, beautiful and elegant. Of course I know I'm beautiful without being told, I'm slender with nice boobs and ass, I don't have a thing for men, I just crush and it ends there, well that would be all about me for now, you'll get to know the details later.

She was still looking at Michael as he checked the peephole, he wore a stripped shirtsleeved shirt on a pair of jeans, at that time Sophia met him, he was a dream come true for her, Michael was about six feet tall, dark in complexion and broad shoulders, he was the CEO of Classic, the best NYC magazine company, he was the kind of man many ladies will throw off their home training for, with his dressing, and his killer smile, Michael was the perfect description of a male God. He and Sophia loved each other and were always together at the beginning of their relationship, when she informed him that she was pregnant, he was extremely happy, he suggested they get married quickly, and Sophia gave

The latter is a little unnerving. By the time we leave the meeting, we agreed on one thing which was to look out for the enemy at all times. We didn't know what Helena was planning and that takes me back to Deva's words. Helena is planning something evil. I have been reading this book for an hour and all I can get about the power stone is that Kara, my great grandmother was the first person to be blessed by the power of the stone and the last. The stone made her stronger and immortal and more powerful. It gave her a gift, the gift of life.

That’s one thing I can be happy about. I snatch the letter out his hands and crash back into the bottom bunk. I open it, thinking the whole time, who the fuck is Miranda Harris and what does she want from me? Dear Joel, I came across your cousin’s post online that you were wanting a penpal and since I’m also twenty-eight years old, know your cousin, and like to write letters, I thought I would send one along in case you really were wanting to write to someone. I met your cousin in an art class and I also saw some of your paintings on her post. You are very talented. I imagine you would love the view of the mountains and even the wildlife that I have here in Alaska. Have you been here? To

The Nightingale was the first book my family chose for the book reading group we started together, so that has special meaning to me. As for Urban…you got it. I also needed a hero whose name started with the letter U, which worked its way to Urban because my oldest school friend that I met on the first day of kindergarten was named Ashley Born, and she married her high school sweetheart whose last name is Urban, so now she’s Ashley Urban. Therefore, in honor of her and her family, that is where the name Urban Bjorn came from. I guess I threw the extra J into Born because Ashley’s hubby’s name starts with J. Oh, and I also had to name some towns in my map after her two sons to give them a lit