Gallade Novels & Stories

As soon as I meet his eyes and focus, I suddenly feel like I know him from somewhere. “Melissa!” Yolanda suddenly says, her voice a low hiss at me. “That’s the president of the GA, Mr. Zane Allard!” That catches me by surprise. GA is a corporation and a conglomerate. International, at that. They specialize in anything luxury, from wines to perfume to restaurants, but especially fashion. That’s how they started. Almost all luxury fashion houses are owned by them. I just don’t know if The Vault is one of their companies.

Lily looked flustered and embarrassed. "It's ok. Are you hurt" the guard asked the human maid. The guard is a wolf shifter and much older than Lily. "No, I am fine" Lily replied hurriedly. David added a magic apple to their grocery bag. None of the two noticed this, as they were busy picking the content from the ground. 'Whoever eats this apple will be under my control. I need someone inside there, to act as my spy' David thought and slipped away unnoticed. After they were done, both the Maid and guard left. Completely oblivious to the magic apple inside the bag.

“This can’t be wine.” “Dark Land wine. Careful, it’s stronger than you’re accustomed to.” His green eyes were amused. Taking the caution to heart, she sipped curiously at the otherworldly liquid. “What’s it made from?” “Dream flowers. It’s a very rare and special vintage.” “What’s the occasion?” “Saving a woman is always an occasion.” She looked away. “I suppose it was worth it; I might have known some names, caused some needless deaths.”

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

“There’s no doubt Kyle Martin was today’s winner, keeping his position as the Kings’ right-hand man. But there’s one more member who deserves recognition tonight.” “Xavier Delano, step forward,” I called out to the gang's newest and fastest-rising member. He stepped forward with a confident glint in his eyes, dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, giving off a slightly sinister vibe. The others had followed the rules and wore jackets with the gang's crest. Normally, I’d admire rule-breaking, but for some reason, something about this guy felt off. Kyle hadn’t stopped praising him the entire time I’d been gone—and Kyle didn’t usually give anyone that much credit.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

In Los Angeles, Gevan read the news on his tablet. “Hellena Catrine,” he murmured. “This name keeps appearing.” A staff member approached. “Mr. Gevan, for the launch of our latest product, we need a high-profile model. Hellena Catrine is highly recommended.” Gevan nodded without hesitation. “Make it happen, no matter what. I want her.” The staff smiled. “Yes, sir.” Gevan stared at the screen, enlarging Hellena Catrine’s photo. The face looked unfamiliar—mature and very different from his old memories.

I turned, blonde, blue eyes and defined jaw a cigarette in his hand. He looked like trouble and didn't hide it. “I’m Gallagher,” he said, flashing a lazy smirk,“but you can call me Gal.” I gave him a look, “Hazel.” “You’re hot.” I shrugged, “yeah, whatever.” His grin widened, “wanna dance?” I didn’t answer. I just turned around, letting my back press against his chest. We moved together, his hands hovering over my ass but not touching. My eyes fluttered shut for a second, this was insane, my body was doing things I didn’t even realise I could pull off.

The Silom Gala?" Chalida leaned over Pim’s shoulder, her perfume—a sharp, aggressive blend of jasmine and ozone—drowning out the stench of the canal. "Our mother’s pet party for the city’s most dangerous predators? Why would a dead-end coder care about caviar and silk ties?"