Idris Elba Novels & Stories

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, the voice belonged to Mr Black who

Isabella POV "That's Christian Remington," declares Alfred. I glance at Alfred. Is he referring to Christian Remington, the musician and vocalist who shares a family with Gabriel Remington? He's a fantastic actress as well. Parts of his film I viewed. ranked among the world's sexiest men by voters. Has a sound that, just by hearing it, may give a lady an orgasmic feeling. The one who the media claims is the embodiment of the phrase "God is not fair" since in addition to his amazing looks, he is intelligent, a musical genius, and everything nice.

'' Delta is the lowest-tiered Werewolf nation. ''Good. I'll be there with Perol,'' replied Eden mentioning Perol who is a Beta, the older brother of Herol. He then walked down the stairs at high speed. Herol's forehead wrinkled. He still remains in his place. Astonished by Eden's enthusiastic attitude that the man rarely shows. What's more, it's about women. Eden who is famous for his power and power throughout the pack in the Scandinavia area is also known as the loneliest Alpha, having not met the Luna.

She hums, “sorry, I don’t accept drinks from strangers.” An enigmatic laugh slips past his lips. “My apologies, I'm Adrian Isidro.” “Hmm, that’s a very dreamy name you have there. What are you, a Prince?” Romano’s lips twist into a smirk. “You might just be right.” With a surge of confidence bolting through her veins, Elsida stretches an arm towards him. “Lead the way Adrian.” Tonight’s MUST-DO: Forget Julien Benoît and how he shattered your heart beyond measures.

His son had just left him—and this time, there was no going back. "Goodbye, David..." he murmured. "You were always my little star. Wish me to be a better person..." After the ceremony, Damian sat alone on a park bench behind the crematorium. A light rain began to fall. Isabella approached him with heavy steps. She sat next to Damian without saying anything for a while. "Damian, are you going to divorce me after this?" Isabella asked. "Why would you question that?" asked Damian in surprise. Isabella smiled. "I have heard the news that is going viral. Elena—she is Queen Elisabeth. She also revealed Alva’s identity, that the boy is a descendant of Lancaster. Are you going after Elena because s

Snow crunched beneath her steps, sunlight warming her face just enough to stir memories of her father’s hand on her cheek. “Three more days,” she whispered as she trudged toward the bus stop. “Three more days and I can drive Mom’s car.” She didn’t notice him at first. The man stood ahead, a tall figure draped in a white coat, black hair stark against the snow. He looked down at something in his hand—a device glowing faintly—before lifting his gaze. His eyes. Ocean blue, sharp, impossibly bright. “Mauve,” he said, his voice laced with a crisp British accent. “You’re Mauve, aren’t you?”

He shouted, "Are you blind? He is the Queen's honored guest, the legendary Darryl Darby. Are you trying to get yourself killed or get me killed?" What? Elgar shuddered. He was bewildered. At the same time, the shop owner and the other onlookers were stunned into silence. Elgar's mind was buzzing. He looked at Darryl in a daze with unspeakable fear in his eyes. Who had not heard of Darryl Darby? He was the Raksasa Tribe's savior. Even the Queen had to be polite with him, yet Elgar wanted to beat him up. Even the shop owner was baffled.

Caleb said, crossing his arms over his chest as he smirked, knowing that he, most likely, got the effect that he was looking for. “I will, only now is not the time to be discussing this.” I said, making him raise an eyebrow. “What’s on your mind, Alpha?” He asked, looking more intrigued now. “Lysandra.” I said, and his eyes darkened. “I want her brought back. And it is going to be done whether or not she liked i

My curiosity piqued, I wondered who commanded such reverence. As I craned my neck forward, I saw him. Julian Salvatore Edelman, the billionaire. His every step exuded power and control, his long strides radiating confidence. Behind him trailed Theo, his assistant. Julian's face was a masterpiece. It was perfectly carved, stoic, with thick eyebrows, a sharp jawline, and a slightly pointed nose. His broad shoulders and flawless skin completed the picture, reinforcing his reputation as the city's most handsome billionaire.

The cool glass pressed against her fingertips as the city lights twinkled far below. She had come for a private business meeting. She found something far more consuming. The private elevator chimed softly. Marcus “The Storm” Okoro, the world-famous Black Belgian entrepreneur and former premier league footballer, stepped into the penthouse. Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed under the soft lighting as he approached. Elise turned, eyes dark with hunger. “I don’t want the polite version,” she whispered. “I want the raw one.”