Ingrid Galatea Novels & Stories

She answered with a smile. “You know, my dear Accashia… the former Luna — the Queen Galathea could see souls too.” Luntian said with a smile as she served a big bowl of rabbit stew in front of Accashia. The young woman was delighted with such a savory scent. She let out a sound of delight and grabbed the bowl though it’s still hot. As she blows on the hot stew, Accashia said, “Galathea is the name of Calleb’s mother, right? And… she can see souls too?”

A minute later Rodrigo dragged the big olive green canon and Pete's eyes widened with fear. "So, the godfather dies like this..." Blair said as she gestured Pablo to remove the tape from Pete's mouth. "What are you going to do? Don't do this!" he pleaded in fear and Blair seemed to stay impassive. Expressionless. Tough. Arrogant. These were the words to describe Cliterella...she is called by this name for a reason. "Isn't it amazing that one tiny egg and one tiny sperm can make one massive twat?" she spoke in a mocking tone and the man didn't answer.

The calculation in her stare had sharpened into something almost too honed to be casual. “I wonder who it was,” someone said nearby. “A girl with a false name? Sounds like gossip bait.” Callum shrugged again, already moving toward the far arch as if he’d said too much, or perhaps just enough. And then, finally—Ingrid spoke. Softly. Casually. Like she wasn’t setting a match to parchment. “Strange,” she said aloud, lifting her glass to her lips. “ I don't think Atlas Blackwood would take interest in a girl.” Her voice was like champagne just before the cork popped—effervescent and dangerous.

someone yells. Iris nods and Ingrid is in the middle of the crowd, next to Joey. She looks up to Titan, with begging eyes. “Help me!” Ingrid asks him. “Alpha Iris, what is her name,” Titan points to Ingrid. “Ingrid Nevand,” Iris tells him. “I, Alpha Titan Hues, reject Ingrid Nevand as my mate. There, I helped you,” Titan tells her. Iris’s eyes go wide. Zaphyra- Selene has a sick sense of humor.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

She snapped suddenly, "I said I want mint chocolate ice-cream, go get it for me now!" "But...but they have closed for the day. This is already some minutes to twelve A.M," I mumbled, utterly bewildered at her weird request. From what I know, Giordana never eats Ice-cream so the sudden request for ice-cream left me stunned. Were these the occasional cravings they spoke about in pregnant women? "That's none of my damn business, Philip, I did not ask you to put these creatures inside me. Get out, go get me the damn Ice-cream and if you do not, find somewhere else to stay!" She yelled.

Rumors said Alpha Adrian was close to the powerful Alpha of the North—the only region strong enough to challenge the South. What kind of alliance did he have with them? I didn’t have time to think about it before the maid smiled warmly at me. "Hello, Miss Kayla. I’m Ingrid," she introduced herself. I hesitated before nodding. "Nice to meet you." "If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you around before taking you to your room," she said politely. I followed her through the palace, still trying to wrap my head around the sheer wealth on display. Everything—from the chandeliers to the paintings to the gold-trimmed furniture—screamed power.

I was glad to have gotten through the mess. Ingrid came to get me the next morning to serve breakfast. I followed her quietly. She wasn't pretty; her eyes were too close together, and she had thin nonexistent lips. I knew she envied me for my beauty. I couldn't be mad. I had plans for all of them. I was going to make them regret everything they did to me. I walked behind Ingrid, submissive and attentive. "You will be part of the servers. You are not allowed to sit anywhere, and you will only eat after the alpha, luna, beta, gamma, delta, and warriors have eaten," She said, and I bowed my head. I had plans for her.

"Welcome to Hugace." Ms. Gale smiles. And oh, she's holding a half eaten croissant. She flips her –another vintage, those pearls are so 1980s, she's going insane now how good this woman is– pair of Cocha sunglasses in pearls. Yes. The frame have pearls. "I've heard so much about you. All good stuff," the woman starts and offers a hand covered in white see-through satin gloves. "Minerva Galilei. Call me Gale. Not so mouthful, right?"

“Zena? What are you doing here?” “Guess again, Alpha. Can’t you tell a she-wolf when she’s within reach?” “You’ll have to enlighten me.” “Ingrid. I was under Satyr’s control for a time.” She hesitated. “I brought you a late supper, including dessert.” Her voice dripped honey and I thought I heard the rustle of clothing. “Isn’t this against the rules?” I asked, wondering about a trap of some kind. “If you’re going to break them, you need yours truly, Alpha. Move over.”