King Cameron And Ava Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Honestly? I'm jealous, too. And now, thinking about all those meaningless relationships with my subs... it's hard. Hard to realize how much more I could have had, even back then." Carver's gaze suddenly shifted upward, fixating on the camera in the corner of the shower. Curiosity crept into his voice as he asked Peyton, "Did you teach Ava how to view these cameras?" "Yeah, I installed the app on her PC, too," Peyton replied. Carver chuckled. "Well, she's watching us right now, the camera's on." Both men turned towards the camera, their expressions playful as they gestured for Ava to join them. It didn't take long for Ava to appear at the shower door. She quickly stripped down and stepped in

Cassandra also helped me. Cameron is now holding and looking at Ava. I can’t help but be emotional as I look at them. I don’t know but I see Cameron’s eyes full of love and adoration towards our daughter. I know he doesn’t remember anything right now, but I also know that his heart as a father remembers Ava. “So, Ava is her name... right?” Cameron asked as he turns to me. “Actually, she doesn’t have a name yet. Ava is just a nickname we call her. I’m... I’m actually waiting for you to name our daughter. I want you to name her.”

She grumbled and rose up from the chair. Ava dropped the call and raced towards the door. “Kim! We’ll talk later. I have to go. I got a booking from the agency! I am so excited!” “Sure, sure,” Kim replied dryly, much to Ava’s disappointment. What was wrong with her baby sister? “Go ahead. You’ll be late,” Kim urged. “We will talk about whatever is bothering you later, okay?” Ava mumbled, feeling awful that she couldn’t stay with her sister. Was Kim mad because Sebastian had spent the night?

Hundreds of nobles, Alphas, and dignitaries sat in silence. And there, at the altar, was Ava. She was wearing a gown of midnight blue silk that hugged her curves like water. Diamonds glittered in her hair. She didn't look like the girl who made my coffee. She looked like a goddess. Kaelen stood beside her, looking at her with a devotion that made my stomach turn. The High Priest raised his hands. "Do you, Ava Ashford, accept Alpha King Kaelen as your mate, your sovereign, and your heart?"

“I’m sorry. I got carried away with my new findings, Noah.” “And what could that be?” “I saw Ava. I mean to say, Carter is married.” A sigh escaped from my lips before continuing, “I didn’t get to see her face, but I have a strong feeling it’s Ava, Noah. Her eyes, her lips, she even winked at me continuously.” “If you’re certain she’s Ava, what seems to be the problem?” “She doesn’t answer Ava, her name is Camila.” “What?” “It’s messing with my head. I can’t see her face because of her clothing choice, she barely talks, and I managed to get a glimpse of her today and she had blonde curls, which confused even more.”

“Let’s confirm it first. If we give him false hope, it’ll destroy him. And Caleb has always been a friend. For him to turn out as a traitor in front of Damon, in front of anyone, would break the pack apart. You cannot afford that. Not in a time when we need to be united.” “Then we are going to need to keep the search up, but Damon has to find out that we've have eyes on Caleb. Hiding something like this is not going to be on our side, regardless of what he might feel. He is the alpha. And the man that is kidnapped, if he is or that is betraying us, is his third beta. Even thinking about treason when it comes to this is a bad thing. And that is why we have to deal with it. It has to be done f

Susan said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s what I’m talking about, sis!” Bianca high-fived Susan, and my heart started racing even more. What if he told them the truth? But Damon didn’t flinch. “I care about Ava,” he said calmly. “She’s my sister-in-law. Why wouldn’t I care? I was scared too.” “This just got interesting. Please continue,” Bianca said seriously, though we knew she just wanted to hear more. “Ava’s been through a lot. I want her happy—just like you all do. She means a lot to my wife… and to me.”

I growled, desperate. “Oh my God, Alex! It’s only been fifteen minutes. Brides are always late for weddings. You’re such a drama king!” I was about to argue when I saw Ava finally arrive, accompanied by her grandfather. She looked stunned. Her blonde hair was neatly tied up in a side bun, and she wore a simple white dress that perfectly highlighted her figure. The dress had sleeves and a bell-bottom skirt, paired with matching heels. Her makeup was simple, designed to enhance her beautiful dark eyes.

My mind raced with possibilities. Before I could say a word, a firm hand gripped my upper arm, pulling me aside. I turned to see a warrior standing beside me, his expression stern. “Please step aside,” he instructed, his tone gruff. “I am Ava. I am Jacob’s—” I began, but the warrior interrupted, roughly pulling me to the side. The music shifted to something more romantic, and the guests rose from their seats, smiles blooming on their faces as they looked toward the French doors.

"Look man, I know I shouldn't be telling you this now, I mean with all this happening, this is probably the wrong time....." "What's it?" Connor asked harshly, he hates it when he's harsh to Walker but he can't help it right now, he has a lot on his hands. "You remember the blood test, I mean the DNA stuff....." "Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?" Connor asked Impatiently. "Well, something came up just now and...." "And what?" "Ava is pregnant." Walker said finally. Dead silence invaded the air, for a while Dr Walker thought Connor has dropped the call.