La Vida Gentlemen's Novels & Stories

“Is this gentleman the eldest young master of the Goldmanns? It’s nice to meet you. I’m Zenovia, Zenovia Livingston.” She reached out her hand to greet him. Waylon put down his knife and fork and reached out. However, what he went for was the handkerchief on the table. He picked it up to wipe his hand and did not seem to plan to shake hands with Zenovia. Zenovia’s hand hung awkwardly in midair, and she retracted it unnaturally with a slightly stiff expression. “That’s very rude for you to treat a lady like this, Mr. Goldmann.”

My voice, weak and tinged with a smile, came from the speaker. "Chad, by the time you hear this recording, I might already be dismembered. Don't be sad for me. This is the path I chose. Find a gentle mate and have a few lovely pups. Live well for both of us. And Timothy..." In the recording, my voice paused for a long time before sighing softly.

I calmly tucked away my acceptance letter from Northern Werewolf University. When I stepped into the villa, laughter floated out from the dining room. At the table, my parents and Tatiana were happily eating together. The moment I walked in, the warm atmosphere turned icy. I pretended not to notice. I no longer tried to force my way into their little circle as I did in my last life. I simply sat down and picked up the cutlery with quiet, practiced elegance. In my previous life, I worked tirelessly to catch up on the Alpha family's aristocratic etiquette, yet Tatiana's natural poise only made my awkwardness look like a joke.

" And then she offered me her hand. In my previous life, I would give her a huge tip. But now, there would be nothing. I shouted, "What do you mean by reaching out your hand? "Want money?" Lilia looked at me in amazement. I sneered. I added, "Be careful. I can chop your old paw off. "You don't know what you do for a living? Cooking is one of your jobs. "How dare you!" Lilia's face darkened. "Oh, Mr. Dickerson, I'm sorry. I'll do my job carefully, and I won't dare to ask for tips again."

I tried to focus on the conversation, but his intense gaze made me feel like an insect under a microscope. I attempted to steer the conversation towards safer topics. "So, can you tell me how my grandma became friends with you all?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Mister and Mrs. Delacroix exchanged a warm glance with my grandma, Amelia. Mister Delacroix cleared his throat, a beaming smile spreading across his face. "May I do the honor, Amelia?" he asked. Grandma nodded, her eyes twinkling. "You should. You're the only one who can tell the story better than I."

On the morning of the wedding, the bridesmaids decided to play a quick trivia game with Grayson Cross before our first look. He had to get three questions right before he could see me. I thought he would get them all easily. To my surprise, he got the very first one wrong. “What shoe size does the bride wear?” Without hesitation, he answered, “Size 6.” “What’s the bride’s favorite color?” “Blue.” Everyone exchanged glances, and the atmosphere grew awkward. So they asked him an absurdly easy question. “What year did the bride graduate from college?” Everyone thought there was no way he could get that one wrong. After all, we had been classmates in college. “2013. The year she gradua

Someone he was afraid of? Or… could Gemma have put a microbomb or poison in him and had threatened to let it kill him if he breathed a word of the truth to anyone? She looked at the man opposite her and wondered whether he was just making it difficult for her deliberately. That was not impossible considering he was the brother of the most stupid man in the world. Too bad Ethan was dead. He would have been quite useful when it came to dealing with Gemma. ____ The following day, Livian met up with William and discussed the construction of the musical-themed banquet hall at The Serene.

And then it hit her. "Alexander Gilbert!" she exclaimed and he gave her a full blown smile. The bodyguards that were trailing behind her from a distance, caught up with her and one of them moved to Alex. "Don't. As you can see we are talking," Shirley said, glaring at the bodyguard who moved. He gave her a light bow and then signalled the rest and they gave the two of them distance. Alexander Gilbert was a childhood friend of Shirley. They had lived in the same neighborhood back then but he and his family had moved to another country when Shirley was seven, just before her mother had died.

I was only allowed to go to bed after I paid my respects to him. She claimed that it would make my brother watch over me and allow me to live a long life under his protection. However, I overheard her conversation with a medium. "Giving him half of her meals is the same as giving him half of her life," the medium said. By the end of it all, my life would become his. Little did they know that Noah had never returned to the house. The spirit that appeared in the house had always been a girl. When I developed another high fever, Grandma asked my parents to return home. Mom looked anxious, but Dad was expressionless.

That night, a black Audi rolled to a stop below our apartment, and Andrea's husband, Kirk Herrera, who'd always been the materialistic type, kicked her out and left her at the door with a dark, displeased look on his face. "Her treatment is a bottomless pit. I can't live like this anymore. I'm divorcing her." Then, Kirk floored the gas and left, just like that, while Andrea leaned against the walls in the hallway and cried her heart out. Mom felt incredibly sorry for her and hurriedly helped her into the apartment, calling Leroy immediately. Leroy Sutton was a shady labor broker. He specialized in sending the most desperate people to the most dangerous factories in the country. Early the nex