He's The Wiz Novels & Stories

"I'm here to do my job." "Your job?" Adrian let out a low, humorless chuckle that didn't reach his eyes. He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly whisper. "Your job today is to stay exactly where I can see you. I don't trust you, Elizabeth. A girl who sells her dignity in dark corners for the attention of men like Voss is a liability. You’re a liability to Clara, and by extension, you are a liability to my investments here."

“When I hired you, I thought I was just helping someone who needed a hand. But now… now I’m starting to think I may have found someone who belongs here. Someone who could be more.” “More?” I echoed, unsure where this was heading. “Not just my assistant,” he said slowly. “Someone who could be my partner, not romantically, of course, but professionally. Someone who understands how I think. Who can challenge me when needed. Someone I can trust.” I was speechless. A part of me wanted to jump out of my seat and hug him. Another part wanted to cry, because no one had ever seen that potential in me before. “I… I don’t know what to say,” I whispered.

Tristan had walked out to get another ladder so I guessed that's why he came to talk to me. The press arrived and everyone had on their star faces. They were waiting for the reporter, Heather West to interview them. Unfortunately for them, she passed every one of them straight. She came towards me, as shocked as I was I couldn't show it. I looked at the others as their faces dropped and chuckled to myself. "Hi there, I'm Heather West. A little birdie told me that you are the mastermind behind this lovely Winter Fairy Ball." She said pointing her mike at me.

He had checked his phone several times, but there was still no update from the wedding organizer. Rhea noticed Lucas raising an eyebrow and felt a slight pang of anxiety in her stomach. Oh no, please. Don’t start, Lucas. I hope your grandfather doesn’t get mad at me, too. A few moments later, the door opened. Wilma Rizales, a composed and sophisticated woman in her late thirties, entered with her assistant Jacob, carrying a tablet and planner. “Good morning, Chairman,” Wilma greeted, slightly out of breath. “Sorry, we got stuck in traffic.”

Something gonna take place tonight and I just have to wait for it to happen. Tonight, I might get the answer. The answer of the biggest question 'Who is he?' LATE NIGHT, Scene from the bedroom : Had retired in bed a long time ago but was still widely awake and patiently waiting. Deafening silence has completely consumed the room. It was so ludicrously quite in the room that the wall clock's clicking sound could be heard loud and clear. Sighing, He was supposed to go somewhere tonight. It's already past 2 am. Why hasn't he gone yet?

It was no other than my beautiful Luna. "Honey, it looks wonderful" she said and licked her lips "here is that whip you wanted, just in case that little rogue wanted to try and mess everything up tonight." My Luna hands me the silver whip. I ordered this just for tonight. Silver was one of the main things that could do damage to us, and if that filthy rogue did anything to ruin tonight she would feel no mercy from me. "Thank you so much my lovely" i said with a purr. "Dear fetch me 3 of our servants, it's time to prepare that filth for tonight." I said to her and she disappeared.

"Ignorance is bliss. Isn't that the saying?" "Not in this case. These things, these monsters, whispers, or whatever they may be, they have a weakness. And I only seek to inform you in case it comes down to the worst, you'll be able to take care of yourself. My family killed one of the sisters long ago. The patriarch of my family to be precise. He killed one of the sisters, the one called Claire. They called her the ice. She was the cold. It's why my family retains that power. It's why it snows most times on Crest Hill, even in summer. We use it to create a bit of comfort for the heat. The first White could have killed them all, but one called the red one surprised my family. No one knows wha

"If you know something about him, just tell me." Juno moved to the window, pressing their palm against the glass. The fog outside had thickened, swallowing the redwoods completely. "What do you want to know? That he's been here longer than anyone can remember? That staff members walk past him like he's furniture? That some nights you can hear him playing piano in the music room even though there's no piano there anymore?" "Is he a ghost?"

It looked like someone who never got around to fully unpacking. Subconsciously, I stretched my arms and yawned. That was when he walked in. Kade Wolfe. My stomach twisted at the sight of him. He was bare-chested with a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his waist, teasing me with the sharp outline of his V-line. I swallowed hard. “You’re up,” he said casually before picking up a black shirt lying nearby and pulling it over his head. My eyes trailed to his biceps and the flex of his abs from that simple movement nearly made my mouth water. He looked like he had been sculpted by the Greek gods themselves.

His friends immediately hooted at him for getting rejected. Sighing, I turned away to look at the swimmers. To my avail, they had their eyes fixed on me, even Zachariah. His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he starred at me with those beautiful hooded eyes that had got me captivated. He hastily turned around, showing his chiseled back to me. “Let the tournament of 2022 begin.” The boy---Hades, yelled in the mic, the huge crowd erupted in cheers. The thumping of the music getting louder and louder by each passing minute.