Irene Stories Novels & Stories

Maria's POV By day, I move through the mansion like a ghost in my uniform, tending to the house and Mrs. Harrington. She calls me “dear girl” now, and tells me stories of wild nights in Paris decades ago that make heat crawl up my neck because my own nights are so much filthier. But the second the house quiets, I belong to him. Alexander.

She closed her eyes to sleep. … The next day, Irene heard a shrill voice call her name. “Irene! Irene! What on earth are you doing?!” Kaiden's mother, the Luna yelled as she glared angrily at Irene who was still sleeping. “Didn't you hear the news last night? Rene is pregnant! Why would you be sleeping when you have to prepare for the banquet?!” she added as she dragged Irene off the bed. Irene's eyes shot open as she stared at Kaiden's mother. “Luna Anna.” Irene gasped as she got up immediately. She bowed slightly and said, “To what do I owe this visit?”

"Put that down. You have no right to go through my things!" "I am the new head of security for the Galante family." Irene replied as she walked slowly out. "I have the right to tear the walls of this house down to the studs if I think there is a threat to the Dante or his wife." In her hands, Irene held a worn leather binder. It didn't look like a book. It looked like a scrapbook. She walked past Chiara, ignoring my sister's reaching hands, and stopped directly in front of me. "I think this explains the timeline of her little fantasy." Irene said. Her jaw tight with disgust. She held the binder out to me.

And if the whole horde was slaughtered, more would come. Irene ate and cleaned herself with relish in Reyes' place. Until she remembered that she still had a lot of things to be taken care of in Blackcourt City. At this time, after dinner. Irene was packing her little things; the unused arrows and bow, and a bag of Reyes' handiwork. Reyes looked at her thin figure. He hesitated for a moment and finally forced out some words. "Do you still intend to go back to the human continent?"

Irene looked down quickly to hide her laughter. “Wonderful,” I said sweetly. Then he rushed out of the office, leaving us there. Irene burst into hysterical laughter. “Oh my God,” she wheezed. “That was evil.” I grinned. “You loved it.” “What happens if he actually reaches America and tries finding the woman?” “What woman?” I asked innocently. Irene stared at me. “The old woman with the herb shop.” "What woman, Irene? What store? There is no old apothecary in the woods.” I smiled slowly. “That mountain region is mostly forest.”

Irene unlocks her room and enters, placing her bag on the chair before laying down on her bed, exhausted. Theresa and Aisya look at each other, mentally urging the other to be the one to start the conversation. After another 10-second struggle, Theresa relents with a sigh. "Irene, um... is it okay if we ask what happened back there...?" She asks wearily, hoping this won't upset Irene further. Irene sits up and motions for her friends to sit down on the floor, her sitting down on the floor and leaning on her bed before the two can settle down. "Will... will you two believe what I say?" Irene asks.

I almost screamed but I remembered that we were still in the enemy's camp. Irene was sitting on the cold floor with her back against the wall. She was bruised but that didn't really matter since she was alive. She was Huddled in the corner with her arms around her knees. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were swollen from crying. "Irene!” I called her and she looked up. The moment her eyes met mine, something inside me broke. "Lucien..." she whispered. "You came," she said. "Of course I came," I breathed against her hair. "I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner."

OPPOSITES ATTRACT Senior Vice President, Lana Holt stomped angrily past the cubicles of her nosy employees, ignoring their probing stares and low snickers. They could barely contain their joy. The Ice Bitch was finally gone. They thought she didn’t know what they whispered behind her back, but she did. She knew everything the close to one hundred employees she supervised said about her. They thought she was a sad, lonely, pathetic frigid bitch. And maybe they were right.

He flashed the woman a beautiful smile and watched as his charm worked on her as it does every other woman. Irene had been interviewing a lot of people today and was tired as well as annoyed because none of them had an inkling of what to she wants and most of them were elderly women, she wouldn’t want an elderly woman in her house, who would be taking care of who between them? The others were school girls and boys and for some reason, she wanted them to concentrate on their studies, she never jokes with studies. She had went up to her room after interviewing the last of the applicants and wasthirsty and decided to come down for a glass of lemonade when she saw the man standing in her living

Irene turned and glared angrily, furiously at Edric. "Of course. I can do anything to get you, Irene!" "You are crazy?!" Irene screamed so loudly, she wanted to cry but was able to hold it in. "Marry me and you will be free, but if you keep refusing, I will have no other choice but to keep you locked away until you fall in love with me again!" "Fucking Crazy, you really are crazy!" Irene really overflowed her emotions by continuing to scream angrily. "Hmm!" Then she tried to calm herself to not get stressful, " I'm sure Cayden will definitely find me again."