Jocelyn Solomon 소설 & 이야기

Lycena suddenly yells, cutting off my thoughts and jerking up from her seat, “You’re all being manipulated right now! This is Jocelyn’s way of spreading lies and making herself look more important than all of us!” My jaw locks, hot rage crawling up my throat. Her words are too loud and aggressive just like her rotten personality. For a moment, some delegates exchange uneasy looks. “Jocelyn Valdez is a shameless liar!” She continues, her eyes blazing. “Do any of you even know who she really is? Don't worry. I'll tell you.” I yank her hand under the table, but she wrings it away. Is she fucking stupid to be doing this right here and now?!

I put Zacharias down in his crib next to Stefano in the corner making my way back to the table "First of all, I am the Chief Investigator at WSP, Detective Clarke," he began pulling a badge from his pocket and showing me the Washington patrol star logo. "Is your name Ella Jones?" "Ella Loren actually," I replied sitting down at the table. "Is Leonardo Loren your legal husband?" he asked. "Yes," Not strictly true. We never officially married in the human way. "Is your maiden name Jones?" "Yes." "Do you have any evidence of your marriage?" He asked.

She said sternly, without saying anything else. “They are here because they are my guests. Charles attacked them out in the woods with a bunch of rogues. They are dead. Ethan is Jess’s sister, and they are here to try to help solve the omega situation.” “Darius, we have told you the omegas are not our problem. And I might ask why one is standing next to you as your equal.” Jolon hissed at me. “Because I am his mate.” Jocelyn stated as a matter of fact. That was my girl. It took everything I had not to laugh because the look on all of their faces was priceless. Jolon looked disgusted.

Because it wasn’t my business. Yet. Mrs. Jocelyn didn’t even look up as she spoke again, doing that thing where she perched her glasses right on the bridge of her nose, tilted her chin in, and peered out from above the lenses. She sighed; "Youths these days. Don’t you know how to socialize?" Selena looked up with an arched brow. I stayed quiet, already bracing myself. "Lisa, remember Selena?" Jocelyn said, still scanning her tablet. "She’ll be your partner for organizing the event."

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

I am grateful to Caius for never letting Isleen feel like an outsider, something which I have dealt with ever since he announced that I would stay in the pack. I am happy here, as happy as I can be without a mate. I help the pack doctor, working as a Healer, after revealing my identity to Caius and Harmony. The pack doctor is a kind woman who had delivered Isleen, but despite the happiness that my daughter has brought me, there’s a gaping hole in my heart that Isaac left all those years ago.

“We have been trying to find out who they are, but so far, we have only found one of the three names, James Lucas. He is a forensic scientist. I'm not exactly sure how he will help us, but Jones gave us his name.” I nod in agreement. I would rather look into that first before going to the witches. Ashleigh sighs, looking at both of us. “Fine, I’ll head home with Danni. I have to get things ready for uni next week. I don’t want to be too far behind when we have this little guy,” she smiles as she rubs her belly softly.

Prince Noah and Sir Damian ran towards Clementine, then they hugged her as Pi spoke to Minus, Hola and Tia before closing the door. “We’re glad that you’re okay,” sir Damian said as they broke the hug. “What happened half a month ago? And who tortured you?” Prince Noah asked, but instead of answering him, Clementine held her necklace, then it glowed and turned into a staff. The staff is gold and its upper end is of those angel’s wings and there’s a circle in it. “Arjel,” she said, then in just a second, the high priest is with us. “You called for me, your highness?” he asked.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

“I know that you might want me to step back, but right now I'm not going to do so. You can talk, or you can just stand by my side, but I'm not going to leave you to handle your pain alone, just as you will not leave those that's around you to handle theirs on their own.” “I’m trying to hold it together,” she whispered. “We lost Caleb. Damon’s barely holding on. The whole pack feels like it is going to fall apart and I have a daughter to protect and keep safe of everything that we are going through. I don’t have time to fall apart, Delilah. Nor do I have time for me to be able to play the role of little sister.” I nodded slowly. “That’s why I’m here. I want to help. While I know that you migh