I Will Be Reinstituting Prima Nocta Novels & Stories

The Grand Reintroduction The occasion was the Williams Annual Gala, a high-society event traditionally used to cement the family's social and financial dominance. This year, however, it served a singular purpose, to reintroduce William and Mimi not just as a couple who had weathered a storm, but as the unified, untouchable power structure of Williams Holdings. For Mimi, this was the final, public validation of her hard-won CSIO status; for William, it was a test of his commitment to his "partner."

“What would you have me not do?” They’d reached a standstill, then the chairwoman started. “I need you to lie low. Next month is the group’s annual conference. You will attend, and it will be your first public appearance, and until then, you do not need to show your face to anyone else; they should not know you are back.” … Later that night. Amelia walked out of the bathroom door, wearing a black silk nightie for bed. Instinctively, her gaze traced over to the door of her bedroom. It was still closed.

Liora replied. “Alright. From now on, you’ll know more. But there’s one condition—you don’t make a move without my knowledge.” Liora nodded. Xavier received a second call from Max. “Sir, Clara reports that Noah is starting to look for high-society gossip channels to attack Mrs. Liora publicly.” “In that case, we strike first. Prepare the guest list for tomorrow night’s party. I want Bella to be the talk of the town before Noah even opens his mouth.”

I hated that Nadia was stuck with her. And worst of all—I knew the money wouldn’t change anything. But I’d send it anyway. My phone buzzed in my hand, but I ignored it. Maybe more strangers were still congratulating me on my fake relationship. But it buzzed again, and again. I brought it to my face, ready to turn it off completely. Then I saw her message, Priya. Priya: There’s a gala tonight, so change of plans. Priya: You’re going. The wardrobe will be there in two hours. Hair and make up in three.

he asked, his hazel eyes searching mine, his voice low over the crowd’s hum. “I’m fine,” I lied, my hand grazing my belly, the baby’s soft kick grounding me. The ballroom buzzed—tech moguls in tailored suits, influencers snapping selfies, chandeliers casting prisms on marble floors. Nexus banners glowed, touting Privacy Perfected. “Just… something feels off,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “That note, the SUV—I can’t shake it.” Justin’s jaw tightened, his hand warm on my waist. “I’ve got security all over this place—cameras, patrols, the works,” he said, his tone firm but gentle. “No one’s getting near you or our baby.” His kiss brushed my forehead, echoing our Barbados night (August

It seemed like Priscilla would have a hard time tonight. Maia was worried that Priscilla would not be able to make it to Prismara’s annual event. She quickly took out her cell phone and texted Wesley to watch over Priscilla. Back at The Renaissance in Prismara City, Paine was giving Priscilla a strip show as he danced around the apartment. Priscilla was embarrassed by his behavior as she tried to get him to come to his senses. “Paine! Quit it!” “Come on, babe. Let’s dance.” Paine twirled around Priscilla as he grabbed one of her hands and started placing light kisses on the back of it. “My dear princess, wouldn’t you like to dance with your knight, Sir Paine?”

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She could never be my Luna. “She’s nothing to me,” I replied, my voice steely. “And she will never be anything more than a servant in this pack. If you value your position as Beta, I suggest you keep such thoughts to yourself.” Silas nodded, though there was a glimmer of something in his gaze, a hint of doubt. But he wisely dropped the subject, returning to matters of the pack. We rounded the corner toward my quarters when a thought struck me, and I turned to him. “Send out the invitations to Priya’s engagement and wedding ceremony. I want it to be the grandest affair in the entire history of Silver Moon Pack. We’re securing our future, our alliances.”

Charlie could only respond: [Thank you. You’re so considerate.] After that, Charlie changed the subject and asked: [Your coronation ceremony is already over?] Helena replied: [Not yet but there will be a banquet soon. However, the banquet is not open to the public so there will be no live media.] With that said, Helena sent another text message: [By the way, Mr. Wade, Grandma has already promoted the Rejuvenating Pill to the guests. They all acted very fanatically, and they seemed very eager for the Rejuvenating Pill.]

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.