Kaya Rose Scodelario-davis Novels & Stories

"By Selene... It is true! You've found your mate?!" His excitemenT churns my stomach. My mind flashes back to the murmurs from the crowd, to the words that made my blood boil. "Isn't she the Omega?" Nausea churns inside me, tangling with my growing rage. I whip my head toward Cade, my glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "Cade. Who is this girl?" It's Kyra who answers. "Ava Rose. Eighteen. Pack Omega." The words hit like a sledgehammer.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

“The battles. Giovanni. The threats against our family. Watching Damon and Sienna constantly having to fight just to find peace. I'm tired, Kael, I'm tired of always waiting for the next fight. I'm tired of waking up wondering who we're going to lose or whether or not I'm going to see them again. I'm frightened of them going out to come back in a tomb.” “You are not a person that I took to be afraid of something like this.” Kael’s gaze remained gentle as he reached for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine and bringing it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against my knuckles. “We’ve come a long way, Evelyn. Far longer than most would have thought possible. Far longer than even the two

Daisy was already screaming, completely unfiltered, while Corren and Merrick watched with composed satisfaction. “Look at that reception,” the second commentator said, laughing slightly. “She’s not just a player anymore. She’s a phenomenon.” Cassienne took her seat. Headset on. Hands steady. Then the screen shifted. Her opponent appeared. CODE NAME: VYRAX A female player. She's tall, with sharp features. Her hair pulled into a tight braid, her expression cold and unreadable. “She’s undefeated so far,” the commentator continued. “Three matches. Three wins. And both were good.”

"You still haven't said what your name is." "I told you, you can call me ISAAC." KY emits a small sigh. How can one human being be so maddening and beautiful at the same time? "What are you doing here anyway?" "Meeting VINCENT DANZA." He's staring hard at the red rose vase in front of him. KY moves over to stack some clean glasses on the countertop. And when KY turns around, KY sees that he's ripped the petals from half the roses, which are now scattered across the top of the bar.

, he introduced himself and stretched his hand for a shake 'who does he think he is?', Kaylee thought, ignoring his stretched hand Kavinsky dropped his hand when he realized he was being ignored. "Can I play a tune?", he asked politely. Kaylee was about to reject it when she remembered something. The cafeteria the previous day. That girl, Vanessa had sat with this Kavinsky guy. Now was her chance to get her revenge on Vanessa. 'How about snatching your precious boyfriend from you?', Kaylee thought and smirked

wouldn't it? I sat, holding on to my cup as the steam warmed my face. I glanced around, staring at the cafe bustling with people during mid afternoon breaks - I really wasn't supposed to be out of the hospital, at least, not until I've been discharged. "Are you Miss Selene?" Lifting my head, i flashed a smile - "Yes, how may i help you?" The strange male brought out his ID card, his face wary with a stern look. "I'm Davis Lincoln, from the PD - missing persons unit. I was the one who invited you over and i was hoping to ask you a few questions, that's if you don't mind."

"Yes this is about Thane and something bigger." A flicker of unease ran through me. Then, before I could react, she turned toward Kiya. And pulled out a dagger. I sucked in a sharp breath as she traced the blade against Kiya’s arm, pressing just enough to draw a thin line of blood. Kiya whimpered, her eyes filling with tears. "Calantha. stop," I said, my voice shaking. She sighed dramatically. "You’re no fun, Kaidaira. Always so serious." She spun the dagger between her fingers before flipping it into a reverse grip, raising it toward Kiya’s throat.

With her condition, how long can she survive without professional care? The moment he landed, he rushed straight to the hospital. The room was eerily empty—nothing left but a brown paper folder on the nightstand. His hands trembled as he tore it open. The first thing that fell out was a lawyer's business card—Wayne Soriano. Then, he saw the title on the document beneath it: Statement of Claim. Attached was a volume of evidence—bank records highlighting villa payments in red, lab reports listing "Vitamin C" as prescribed medication, and a three-year-old document bearing his own signature marked "Control Group."

“Then stop treating me like—” “Not now.” The edge in my voice cut through whatever she was about to say. Good. We didn’t have time for this. The woman stopped a few feet from the gate. Close enough to speak. Far enough to stay safe. Smart. “Alpha Kael,” she said. Not a question. A statement. I didn’t react. “You have the advantage of me,” I replied. “State your name.” She smiled slightly. “Dr. Elara Voss.” Human.