Her Plot Novels & Stories

“Oh, I can do that. I’m amazing at pretending everything’s fine when I’m secretly plotting revenge. I once made my roommate think I was over her stealing my moisturizer, and then I—” “Elizabeth.” She snapped her mouth shut, eyes wide. “Right. Sorry. Focus.” A silence settled between us for a beat. The low murmur of shoppers and the faint hum of the boutique’s air conditioning filled it. I studied her,really studied her. The way her energy seemed to leak out of her in little bursts, erratic and unpredictable. The faint tremor in her hands didn't match the wild confidence in her smile. She was chaos in heels. And chaos had its uses.

She quickly said, "Why wouldn't I be willing to do it, Howie? I'm more than happy to do it. I love you more than Yvonne ever did." She set her head back down on Howard's chest, and he couldn't see how grim her expression had become. After seeing the look on her face, I knew that so long as nothing unexpected happened, she was going to run off again this time. I genuinely hoped she would. She needed to run off in order to make the gift I prepared for her and Howard even more worthwhile.

Alexander had wasted precious time reprimanding me and missed the golden hour. I was suffocating so badly by the time he hung up the call that I could not utter a single word. I toppled to the ground, convulsing as I gasped for air. Felix jumped at the sight of me struggling to breathe. He looked to Caleb and the other man on the couch, seeking help. "Caleb, she's… She'll be fine, right?" Before Caleb could answer, Liam Carter spoke up beside him, sounding nonchalant. "Of course. She's probably jealous that Alex and Sasha are getting close.

“What are you pretending for? You’re the one who threw your own son into the outhouse. What exactly do you think makes you pitiful?” I slapped Ariel several times before she finally had no choice but to wake up. She didn’t dare look at the body in the courtyard at all. Instead, she screamed at me. “You bitch! You switched your son out on purpose! You set this up to kill my son!” I let out a cold laugh. “Did I make your daughter throw him from upstairs?

“I think she had a daughter. He had fake wedding papers made for her. She’s probably stuck in some rundown place now. “She’s quite pitiful, too, honestly. My husband even told her he was some kind of undercover agent. She didn’t even get a decent place to live out of it. “I mean, what do you think she even saw in him? It couldn’t have been love, could it?” Just then, a familiar voice came from behind us. “Layla, are you eating ice cream behind my back again?”

Chapter 2 Present Day Today, I am looking and feeling like Tika Sumpter from the movie Nobody's Fool and by that, I mean short bob hair, perfectly tailored blue crepe trousers and polka dot chiffon blouse tucked underneath with black pumps to die for. The company I work for senior as editor and show host, 101 Corp is one of the biggest brands in the country owning a widely acclaimed style magazine and Radio station that mostly airs gossip shows in the entertainment industry. I joined the company five years ago as contract staff, working my butts off to become a prominent employee and I can tell you for free that I succeeded.

But Primo was positive it was because of the coming second full moon, also mentioned in the prophecy. Thanks to Northumbria, the House to the Royal Humans, and the mortals, Agartha began modernizing their ways of living. The Maharlikan Pack learned of the north's secret gate, and Primo wasted no time. He told the court he would be there to continue his search for his Luna, and only took Gresser with him. Little did they know they were breaking some kind of rule by stepping inside the mortal world. Not the Mortal House, but the mortal world.

Sheila's POV: I'm currently packing my dress for the trip which Harry planned for us. I put all my necessary stuff inside the luggage and closed it tightly. I am getting so excited about the trip but he won't tell me the place where we are going. He said it is a surprise... "Did you pack already?" Quinn asked entering my room. "Yeah, just now I finished," I replied. "Sheila, I have no idea about packing. Can you please help me with the packing?" She asked giving me a puppy dog face.

That sent shivers down my spine. "We'll figure it out. Maybe, if nothing works out, we'll just "kill you"," she made air quotes. "Yeah, good idea. But now I just have to hide." "Will you try to work?" I looked back at the view behind the windows. "I could try to do some sort of programme at a business corporation or something like that, however, I'd have to change my appearance." "Cut and dye your hair." I looked at her and nodded.