Izzy Agreste Novels & Stories

Ava asked her dad. Crossing his arms, Logan beamed and said proudly, "You know how Mr. Agreste gets close to the newbie in the business world and publicly embarrasses them, and they suddenly get outcasted by everyone and the elites in the circle? This is exactly what Zane is going to get... I just know it.” “But he only does that to people he hates. Why would he come for Zane?” Velvet mumbled, raising an eyebrow to question Logan. “What you should be asking is? Why would Cyrus Agreste, with his reputation, invite Zane, a newbie to a party that we know he only invites top-notch to, except he when wants to mess with the underdogs?”

Green said, emphasizing the word bastard, staring at Zein's face, looking at the man in disgust. "Damn girl! I don't fucking know you! You have no right to call me bastard!" Zein said with anger because of what Green said about him. "I don't even need to close to you to know that you're an asshole!" said Green fiery, she never be able to see her closest one to be hurted. Green will defend her, especially in this case Zein was worthy of burial. "Come on, Cher, let this two trash gathered! Your tears are too valuable to cry over such people." Green pulled Cherry, really far away.

He replied as he guided her waist to the melody originally springing forth from the instrumentalist. But instead of placing her hands on his shoulders, she wrapped them around his neck while cautiously reminding herself not to run her fingers through his hair. Just on her first try, she was beginning to get addicted to the touch of his smooth hair running through her fingers. Just the memories of it felt… heavenly. A little mischievous smirk played on Ava's lips as she said, “Mr. Giovanni gave me his business card to meet him in room 103, at ALFRED HOTEL. What do you say, Mr. Georgia?”

Being young and beautiful, Celeste is the only daughter of the Marcon Family and was raised by Don Andres Marcon and Dona Saffira Marcon in their province. She was known to be an in-demand event stylist and a successful event planner. Everything is fine with her life, but she doesn’t remember anything about her childhood to her adolescence. She always felt that something was always missing in her life –not until she found out the truth when an unknown man came named Allastair and he claimed that she was his.

For now. ???: “ Don’t tease the boy too much, Cross. Clearly that loud obnoxious roar of a laugh of yours must’ve scared him to the bone. But I suppose at the same time that's also one of the many things that I love about you. Hi there Naraja, ignore that brute of a man for now, I’m Saint Teresa of Avila and it's an honor to meet you.” ???: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.”

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

“No. Not yet. First, I’m going to remind her exactly who she fucked with. I’m going to break her… slowly, piece by piece. And when she’s begging at my feet, weeping for mercy, then I’ll decide if she gets to live.” I paused the video right on her face again. You should’ve minded your fucking business, Selvaggia. But it was too late for regrets. I’d seen what she was truly capable of, and I wasn't a man who let go of rare weapons. She belonged to me now. The file was waiting for me before the sun even cleared the horizon. I sat back in my chair, flipping through the crisp pages. Adrian’s intelligence network was flawless. Name: Scarlet Vale, 23.