I Will Be Reinstituting Prima Nocta Novels & Stories

“Is that for me?” I guess someone must’ve sent letters to me now. I have postponed every job to the point that I wasn’t able to attend to any concerns of my people. “Yes.” She handed it over, her voice ragged alongside with her breathing. I didn’t even wait to open the letter on my table. “To my dearest Luna, I am writing this letter to formally let you know that I will be withdrawing from your set of ladies-in-waiting. I have been appointed to care for the Lady Nova and could not resist the benefit the alpha gave me. I am now awaiting further announcement.

Mother says cheerfully, as though she is eager for me to experience Kirsten’s particular brand of malice for myself. I groan. “Really?” “Yes. The Council are pushing to reinstate you tomorrow, and then it’s Zahra’s party. So it’s tonight or after everything is settled, and I doubt any of us will want to be near her after your reinstatement. Not for a while, anyway.” Oh, goody.

Blue Moon Pack Territory Adrian stared at his computer screen, reading the press release for the third time: ROYAL ANNOUNCEMENT: Crown Princess Leila's formal introduction ceremony will be held three weeks from today, broadcast live to the kingdom. The newly discovered princess will take her oath and address her people for the first time. Three weeks. He'd see her on television. See how she was doing. See if she looked happy or just as broken as he felt. See if Harry would be standing beside her. His phone rang. Alex. "Did you see the announcement?" his beta asked.

Sven said as I gave him my attention. “Yeah, I honestly thought it was the end.” I said as I smiled in relief. “Congratulations Campbell. You better brace yourself for the rest of the year, Azrael’s got a lot of writer’s event to host for the fans; a way to boost the sells and earn me a promotion.” Reina said with a straight face as I laughed. “Of course.” I replied before Reina checked the time. “There’s a dinner happening tomorrow night. It’s to thank everyone and business partners who placed effort with the stalker situation, just a friendly reminder. You can bring a maximum of two guests.” Reina informed us.

Then she says, “We need to make new memories soon. When will I see you again?” Although I know I head home after the race on Sunday night, I have Cullen the following four nights and then Brazil after that. Fuck. I palm my brow and drag my fingers into my hair. “Other than video?” “A new territory for us to explore soon, but I want to see you in the flesh,” she says, her voice trilling into suggestion. “What’s your schedule?” I put her on speaker and flip over to my calendar. “I return to New York on Thursday for a three-day press blitz and the premiere.”

“And now, I get the privilege of working with the wife of New York’s top mogul.” “Shall we?” He motioned toward a glass-walled conference room and gestured to the chairs. Inside, Jonathan slid a folder across the table. “We’re launching a new campaign,” Jonathan explained, “and I couldn’t think of a better first face than yours, Mia.” Zac leaned forward slightly, glancing at the numbers. “So payments are made upfront?” “Yes. And it comes with other incentives,” Jonathan said, leaning back. “We only need her for two shoots a week. Then, the main event.”

“Aria—” “I’m joking, Kade.” I accepted the wine a servant poured. “Or attempting to. I’m out of practice with dinner conversation.” He watched me like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Like I was something he’d once understood and no longer recognized. Good. “I wanted to speak with you before the ceremony,” he said after the servants had left the first course. “To explain… to make sure you understand what this reinstatement means.” “The Elders made it quite clear. I’m to be restored to full Luna status. All privileges and responsibilities returned. A formal ceremony in three days.” I cut into the roasted duck on my plate. “Was there something they missed?”

"The company always throw a banquet when a program is sold. Zion Palm was sold three days ago, so, the banquet is for it." "When is it?" "Saturday." Olivia nodded, "three days more." "Yes. How is your mom?" "She is good. She is back home now." "That's great" Kane sighed "you will attend the banquet won't you?" "Of course, what will I be doing at home on a Saturday night?" She rolled her eyes, "besides, I already have dates" she winked. "My parents and Carol will be there, know how you play." "Oh come on, you have been engaged to Priscilla since childhood, tell me, did you lose your virginity to her?" She raised an eyebrow.

“Look at the outlets running this. Titan Media. Capital Entertainment. All the Sinclair competitors.” Jade nodded. “Exactly. It’s not organic. Her PR spend should be peanuts compared to what they’re pumping out.” Celeste sank deeper into the blanket. “So she’s a pawn.” “Or a willing one,” Damien said, his tone grim. “Either way, they want a new face to push the old one off the stage. One they can own.” Jade dropped her tablet on the table with a soft thud. “I knew this would come someday. They can’t kill you, so they copy you. Easier to erase a brand than a person.”

“I have sent you a hundred messages. Why have you not been online since?” “It’s barely dawn yet.” Prim groaned in exhaustion. “Internet gossip can wait till my body is fully awake.” ‘Not this one. Do you know Joan Amaro?” Prim was immediately attentive, but she casually said. “I do not live under the rocks, how could I not know an A-list actress?” “So you don’t know her personally?” Sol said, then Prim heard talk in the background. “I just got to the office. Check the links I sent you. There is a rumor that she and your husband have been seen about lately. The article calls it Rekindling Flame.”