Ivanhoe Novels & Stories

I knew if I just pitched up she would have probably rejected my offer. Once Kendra entered the house, I took in the small house. It was rather old looking, the white paint peeling in multiple places. The grass outside the house was kept neatly trimmed but it was drying out due to the season. There wasn't much too look at, it seemed like an ordinary place to stay.

she smirked. "Is he as handsome as you are beautiful?" I coerced. A devious smile overtook her as she said, "Well done." "I'll be meeting him tonight?" I asked. "Maybe," she replied, "He always makes it home." What had she meant by that remark? "We're here," she announced as the car stopped. I went after her and froze—Tan building with blue valences for every window decorated with a white HW. At the top were bold letters, HARRY WINSTON.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

I say as I drag them out the door and off to the ball. When we arrive at the Chenney Manor house, I have to admit I am impressed. The place is beautiful. We exit our car at the red carpet in front of a lovely portico held up by Grecian style pillars. The front of the house is all white and covered in climbing ivy and roses. Its like someone’s dream wedding location. There is press outside vying for our attention but we just smile and wave politely. It’s hard to just keep walking when they are asking questions about the trials and today’s verdict and Alex stops to speak to try and direct attention to the wonderful charity work, we are here to support instead.

Ollie unchained Riley, and they made their way upstairs to meet the Rogue King. Riley's heart started to race the closer they got. She was finally going to meet the man, or better yet, the monster who has been keeping her prisoner. Her anger rose as well. She wanted to rip this man to pieces. She could feel Avas anger as well, but Ava was not strong enough to come through with the silver chained around her ankle. They finally made it up the stairs and headed for the living room, where she saw a large man standing with his back turned to her. He was speaking with her mother. He turned once she was closer, and when he turned, he was beautifully handsome. Riley was taken aback as she was not ex

They were not looking happy and my worry was escalating. Is she alright? Just as I am about to tell Mr. Henderson that she’ll be coming in a minute, I hear the sound of heels clicking as someone runs over to our table. I stand up and look in the direction of the sound to find Aviana making her way to the table in an elegant violet evening dress. It hugs her perfect figure and her perfect curves like a second skin. And even though it isn’t revealing, she looks absolutely ravishing. Her silky-smooth leg peeks out from the slit in her dress to help her walk which goes up till a little above her knee.

ODETTE After a close to eighteen-hour flight with two stops in between—one of which Gunnar had made, we landed in South Africa, in the province of KwaZulu-Natal. We were hauled up in a hotel room near the beach. The city we were staying in—from the little I had seen—was beautiful. Durban seemed to be filled with people of different races and ethnicity. It was different from what I had expected. Then again, I didn't know what to expect when Ace said we were going to a safe house. All I knew was that we wouldn't be staying at this hotel for very long.

I start the car and as soon as we drive out, and edge closer back to civilization, she tells me corners to turn and roads to take, only pointing at a cottage looking house. In front of it are children running around, playing while an olive skinned woman dries some clothes on a rope, turning around once or twice to yell at the children in a native language. As soon as I kill the engine, Vanilla is already opening the door running to the woman before I can stop her, grabbing her in a hug while I walk to them, hearing the woman laugh when I'm close enough. "By the Virgin, Vanessa, you are not five anymore!"

I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Vane walked over to his desk and tapped a button on the holographic interface. A high-resolution medical file expanded in the air between us. It displayed genetic charts, brain activity scans, and infant growth records. At the top of the file, printed in clear red text, was a name: *Maya Vane.*

"Wrong number." ^^^^ The wind breaks through Bruna's hair as she sticks out her hair out of the car window. At the far end of a long gravel driveway, and surrounded by well-manicured lawns, you can see the perfect chalet-style bungalow nestled in a pocket of light, semi woodland. I'm awed by the beauty and how the house has a taste of both ancient and modern taste just by looking at it. "Is there anyone else that lives here?" I ask. The compound looks like someone has been thoroughly taking care of it. The grass is well trimmed and the white roses blossom beautifully, must be the irrigation.