Jaye Wilde Novels & Stories

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

“Good morning. This is Harebell, she is temporarily Maylee’s nanny. And this is Matthew, my brother. He is staying with us for a while. I should be going now.” Natalie kissed her baby and took off. Meanwhile, Harebell could not believe what she heard. In a mini split seconds her mind was trying to process what she just heard. She knew she was acting normal but the truth of what was said is still sinking in. ~‘Matthew is my boss’ brother?’ how she wished that the ground would somehow open and swallow her up. She felt embarrassed but her pride told her not to show defeat. She was also decided not to give the man the satisfaction of seeing her in a confused condition.

14 Blanche is driving her Mercedes. The suspension is soft; it's like a waterbed on wheels. "What do we know about Kayla Zelenyy?" Blanche asks. "Kayla Zelenyy is a Georgian businesswoman and philanthropist and now the widow of Alexi Zelenyy. Last year the Sunday Times estimated her wealth at £650m, making her the 196th wealthiest person in the UK. She is the founder and President of the Zelenyy Foundation that supports education initiatives in Georgia. She has two daughters, Marina and Sasha. The death of her husband will spark one of the biggest estate battles ever. Kayla has extensive business and property interests in Georgia and across the rest of the world."

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

She yells. And appears with a killer outfit. I even got dizzy. She'll be the death of me. "Hi Ziig." I say trying not to stare. "Oh... I did not hear the doorbell. Hi." "...Can we?" She asks her mother. Who's Jessica? "Don't you have a game this weekend?" Mrs. Woods asks. "Argh... Yeah." She says and then tries to whisper "I need highlights. Soon." As my ears wouldn't hear that a mile away. She's oblivious to the fact that I got super hearing abilities. Highlights are a hair thing, right?

“To be honest, dad, I don’t think you would believe me.” Walter’s face was impassive, his mood unreadable. “Try me!” 4. Tuesday 27th April 2010 08:53 Karen Anderson was reading the report that had been lodged about the man who had been killed by Ingrid Sanderson outside Gary’s house, trying to ignore one she had just received telling her that a gateway had been found that showed all signs of opening sometime soon. She was not in the best of moods when she finished it and picked up the phone, punching in an internal phone number.

Fatma Mathilda was the pack leader and it meant she was the wolf. Hana was always the caring mother, like an orangutan. Agnes was the cub fox. Abigail was their deer. And Edith was the little pup. Fatma knew she was nothing, but a little scaredy hummingbird. But not anymore. Fatma promised herself that she would be now changed, and that she would slay her battles and save those who need saving like she was before. And like Linda now.

“Ah, I see. Then this competition just became much more interesting.” She seemed to catch everything Danice didn’t say. “This Yvette appears to be a professional dancer,” Mrs. Wilshire continued, her tone casual but sharp. “And her partner—Francis Vanz, isn’t he the heir of the Vanz Corporation? She managed to secure quite the partner. But no matter how grand a man’s background is, if he’s an idiot, then he’s nothing more than a decorative toy.” Danice’s eyes flicked toward Yvette’s partner. She understood exactly why Mrs. Wilshire had said that.

When she walked to the door, she looked up at the sky above Tourmaline Estate and frowned. She suddenly turned back and said to Jay, “There’s a variant in your household, Sir Ares. Be careful.” Jay raised his head in astonishment. Then, Priestess Zyda walked away in graceful steps. Jay’s eyes swept over her feet. Although she looked weak, he did not expect her to walk with a very strong and heroic aura. This made Jay suddenly think of his heroic adopted daughters. After Priestess Zyda left, Jay fell into a moment of daze.