Honne Dell Novels & Stories

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Li-lah stared at her phone for a very long time. She'd promise herself not to involve anyo else in her plans and be was the last person she wanted to get involved in this but she had vowed to do anything to get her revenge and she was going to stick to her guns no matter what, she dialled up the number and waited. 'Hello?' 'Hello-' she paused again, weighing up her options. This wasn't going to be easy. "Hello? This is Delilah Sanchez."

She added and I stood up. "Who? Is it Axis?" "Yieeeh! Ma'am Reese, do you already miss Sir Axis?" She teased. "Stop teasing me Honeyleth," I just glared at her so she could stop but Honeyleth is Honeyleth. "But who are you referring to?" I asked. "You had no one in your mind but Sir Axis." Honeyleth shook her head. "It's Sir Darrel, Ma'am." She responded. Eh? Darrel? What is he doing here?

She mimick Leon , the delivery guy that work for the drug dealers and help them in getting it to their client. "Do you get any information from him"I asks going through his flies. "No he isn't saying anything"She said and I drop the flies and turn to her. "What number of case is he?" "344"She replied. "Okay, can you do something for me?"I asks. "Sure" "Track down those address the guy made delivery for and send it to the hacker and make sure there is no traces I will take care of him" "Are you sure?"She said glaring at me.

Enjoy! A D O N I S - D E L L U C C I Age ✓ 31 years old Nationality✓ Italian Nickname✓ Donnie- DD Tag✓ Heir to the Dellucci empire Position✓ First grandson Parent✓ grandparents and Father Siblings✓ Ronnie Dellucci (25yrs) Behaviour✓ cold, aloof, Pokerface Relationship✓ once engaged Education ✓ All degrees cleared C A I T R O N A B A L B O A

Her eyes were concrete gray. "This hearing will now commence. Case file Delta-Seven-Four-Nine. Jurisdiction dispute. Della Marie Hart, age twenty-five, formerly of Northern Ridge Pack." She looked up. "Miss Hart, please stand and state your full name for the record." I stood. My legs trembled. "Della Marie Hart." "Do you swear to provide truthful testimony under oath? False statements will result in immediate detention and formal charges." My throat was dry. "I do." "Sit."

the lady standing close to the pass bar at the kitchen asks. I blink and shake myself out of the staring contest I never want to end and say, “Oh, yes. I am staying across the street, and I was talking with Melissa at the front desk.” I explain. “She tells me that someone working her sells honey?” the lady looks at the fine specimen standing before me, then back to me, and back at him as he stands there just looking at me and says nothing. “Gabe?” she laughs.

She was dressed in a lavish pink long gown matched with a black turban. "Hello, How may I help you?" I asked, guiding her to a seat. "Help is an understatement. I am very desperate. I am Aisha Akindele." Aisha introduced , stretching out her arms. "Well you didn't sound desperate on our last phone call so I think you are the wrong place." I replied, casting a fake smile at her. "I had to do that, the circumstances that time was very disturbing." Aisha replied seating, displaying her neatly done nails on the table.