Kanaya Maryam Novels & Stories

Aliyah doesn't seem to know this person but somehow the face seems oddly familiar. “So nice to meet you here.” The unknown woman said with a smile as she extended her hand for a handshake which Aliyah took, “Sabrina Tanyana.” Yeah, that is. The model. Now Aliyah remembers, Sabrina Tanyana is a model, a world best and she walked the runaway perfectly as ever. Aliyah smiled as they disengaged. “So nice to meet you.” Sabrina opened her mouth to talk but a deep baritone interrupted her. “Rina?”

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

Secretly, Caitlyn prayed and hoped for an opportunity to show off as his partner to suffice again. She missed being close to him. She missed the body contact, his eyes, and his succulent lips. "Mr. King just arrived," Hannah's voice jolted her out of her thoughts. She nodded with a warm smile as a response. She had instructed the lady to inform her of Martin's arrival as soon as he does. She stood up, her smile never leaving her face, and adjusted her shirt, even though it needed none. She tucked it into her trousers neatly and sat down, then opened her bag and brought out her makeup kits, did a little touch-up on her face, and gave a contented smile at her reflection in the small hand mirro

he assured. Mr Shawn answered the door and was shocked to see who was there. Before he could say something Mrs Shawn walked to the door after her multiple questions were met with silence. A beautiful young lady, holding a small travelling bag stood at the door. She had long black hair tied with a ribbon into a ponytail and carried an expressionless look. Before Mrs Shawn could say anything, the strange lady spoke. "Adam, who is this pregnant woman?" asked the stranger lady sounding aloof. Mr Shawn opened his mouth but no words came out.

Yara changed the subject as Ximena and Ayanda turned to look at Gia, making her blush. “ Who’s the lucky one, Gia?” Yara smirked. “ His name is Kye and we aren’t dating, not y— She was cut off by the ringing of her phone. She checked the caller ID, and it was Kye. Talk of the devil. She said to herself while taking the call.

Chanda looked at her hand and up at Mariam’s face. Mariam laughed and withdrew her hands. “I’m sorry. You remind me of someone.” The light in her eyes went dim for a single second, but she blinked immediately. “Anyway, I was introducing myself so we could stop being strangers. My name is Mariam, maid to the Lycan’s Mother. Queen Leia.” She said with pride. That’s nice, Chanda thought. Mariam now worked under Leia. “And you are?” Mariam asked. “Uh? … sorry. My name is Serafina… I am a rogue.”

"This is Emiko Arachne Botan, Queen of Fae, Arachnids, and Wendigos." "You fucking bitch." I cursed. "Oh Channing, hey." She said, before I heard glass breaking. "No I want the other syringe and tubing, bird brain." She shouted. "Sorry Channing, I'm currently in the middle of about to force feed the Vampire King. So if you could do me a huge favor and bring his mate over that would be great." There was an angry growl and some hissing. "So help me I will shift and kill your mate if you do not sit the fuck down and stop acting like a fucking baby, Vlad." Then the line went dead.

Not being able to control his anger, he punched the glass coffee table in front of the couch, shattering it into pieces before glaring at his mate who was already staring at him. Was that lust in her eyes or was it adoration? Dylan couldn’t make out the emotion in his mate’s eyes as she quickly masked it with a poker face. “Welcome home, Dylan.” she said with a proud smirk and started her way to the door. “How come you know my name, but I don’t know yours?” Dylan confusedly asked. When he realized that she was going to leave the study without giving him a reply, he demanded, “Who are you?” She stopped just when her hand made contact with the door knob. “Alpha Isabel Martinez” she replied in