Irene Stories Novels & Stories

] Meanwhile, in Hightide Church, an old woman stood outside the church with Irene. Irene's eyes glittered with tears as she carried her backpack. She could no longer stay at the church as her grandmother was taking her away. She tried asking her grandmother why they had to leave, and the old woman simply told her that there were bad people coming for her. Irene did not want to leave, but neither did she want to be captured by bad people, especially when her grandmother had told her that the bad people might kill her if they got her.

"A girl who looks exactly like me." A slow smile spread across Stefan’s lips. Maybe all wasn’t lost after all. Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number. "Find the woman who looks like Giselle.” *************** Irene walked out of work, her mind heavy with exhaustion. Too much had happened in the past few days—her mother’s illness, Venus and the gun, Badur breathing down her neck. She felt like she was drowning. "Irene, are you okay?" Jules asked, concern in her voice.

Unawares he straightaway lowered his hands, and the sound halted. It stunned me to see this. It was all happening in a snap. He jerked the dust off the book and put it down, and opened it with a flash glistening in my eyes. "From Golden words to the enmity of blood, to break Lisa's curse, you have to live her heart-wrenching wounds." He handed me a pendant with blue crystal wrapped around the chain. "Go! You're my last hope, Irene." His words... It made me feel as if I was in the act of emotional history. My one choice would decide the fate of this island.

"What's wrong? It's not hot; why is your face so red?" Irene's face turned even redder hearing my question, and she stammered. “I… I just washed my face with warm water.” "Oh. Really?" I raised my eyebrows, already knowing and asking on purpose. “Is it the warm water, or is it my brother?” "Is that your brother?" Irene forced her mouth to ask. I laugh out loud. "It seems it's because of my little brother." Irenee pursed her lips, embarrassed. “I… Erza… seems… I found my… mate…”

“ Justin! Justin Brown is coming back today! What am I going to tell him?!'' Irene’s lips fell open and her eyes widened in shock; ''What?! I thought… I thought he stopped contacting you, how? Why...? When? '' Irene asked unanswerable questions; her head in a mess; ''I too don’t know why; I don't know why he came now that everything is in a mess!'' Kate lamented, falling back on the sofa; Irene was confused; a lot of things ran through her mind, ''What are you going to do? '' ''The only way is to tell him the truth of what have happened, but there is good news; '' Kate said; a relieved sigh escaping her lips; ''What, what is it? '' ''I think, that Mr. Smith is gay, he cannot touch me. '' Ire

Romans eyes are trained on a little boy terrorizing his sister with a frog. I chuckle. “I can imagine.” “But once his mom gave her ‘okay’, he quieted down.” We let the sounds from the park fill in the silence. The bell from a bike, children playing, the sound of a frisbee slicing through the air… “Is Irene doing alright? I haven’t seen her in a while.” “She’s good… busy as a bee.” After we left the forest that night, Irene spared no expense in taking care of people involved in the incident. From healed rogues to other victims and believers.

Helena, the lady beside Yvette invited her. Before she could answer, Helena already motioned for a staff to arrange an additional chair for her. Irene sat gracefully, contemplating if this is a good decision given the heated argument she with Alpha Hunter just earlier. "The weather here is really unpredictable," Jasmine, the girl beside Gianna complained. Irene shifted at her seat. 'Relax. They don't know about our abilities,' Lunox reminded her. "Uh. Well. Global warming," Gianna shrugged. "Are you still unmated, Irene? Tell us about yourself. You're quite interesting," Helena coaxed her, smiling pleasantly.

The caller ID said Mary –Office. “H-hello?” “Irene? Oh, thank god you answered!” Mary’s voice was hushed, anxious. “Are you… are you alright? I mean, I heard there was some kind of incident…” “I’m… I’m okay, Mary. What’s wrong?” I could hear the strange caution in her tone. There was a long pause. “Irene… I have to tell you something. Earlier today…,” she trailed off for a moment, “some videos started circulating. In the office chat groups. On some… some dark social feeds.”

Irene stood at a corner and looked at the room full of people and was utterly lively. As Isaac hugged her from behind, she leaned against his shoulder and took his hand, placing it on her belly. "Do you want a daughter?" Isaac nodded—she was hurt when she had Baby but managed to get pregnant again after a long period of recovery. However, Isaac's dreams to have a daughter never came to be, as Irene gave birth to another son. Unhappy with having three sons, Isaac huffed as he carried Irene to bed. "If Stan can get a daughter, I can too! Let's have another child!"