Lady Irene Novels & Stories

A medium built, and from where he was sitting, he was probably around five feet and eleven inches tall. I took a deep shaky breath. “Sir, I need my necklace back.” Gael strolled his gaze on me from head to toe. “That must be so important to you. A gift? Just Call me Gael.” “Gael it is. That’s my mom’s.” “You can go, Lois,” he dismissed her. “Have a seat—” “Iris. My name is Iris Clayton.” Slowly, I took a seat at one of the two chairs across him. “Were you separated from your family or group?”

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

" Irene ,Irene !!!" "Doctor please what is wrong with my daughter?" enquired Irene's mom" I'm sorry but she lost the fight ." "No !!!,my daughter can't die ,she can't leave me ,she will never .I want to see my daughter please ." " Miss I understand how you are feeling but please calm down ." " Honey where is Irene ? Why are you crying ?" " She is gone ,my baby is gone ." " Calm down crying will not solve the problem." " Doctor please can we go and see the body ?" "Sure ." My baby's lips were pale ,her eyelids were red and she was so stiff ,where was my baby who always liked hopping from one place to the other . We're we such bad parents that God did not wait for us to say goodbye ?

Besides it’s not like she planned going here from the very start. “She’s wonderful wasn’t she? She really pulled the audience in.” Ms. Finnegan complimented and Catherine thought that this instructor had forgotten the she had heard all the nonsense Ms. Finnegan spouted at Lyra. “Sure, it didn’t seem you liked her during your class.” Catherine said unamused and Ms. Finnegan nervously laugh at Catherine’s comment. Catherine was sure that Ms. Finnegan is trying to be all sweet and all because her mother is a renowned Prima Ballerina and not only that but her mother has a lot of connection.

Lucian said standing up, the sheets only covering his lower body. The maid looked down quickly her cheeks turning a bright red. Nodding she left the room. "What's happening? Who is Irene?" Lucian asked. "Irene is my personal maid. She had been here with me all these days and now she is telling me there is no one called Irene." He frowned. Yes, I was confused too, but then suddenly I got scared. Irene was a witch. What if she had been discovered and burned alive? Or maybe the bloodthirsty king had found her and made her his sex slave? No, no. I shook my head.

Servants moved like ants, carrying trays of roasted venison and sparkling wine. It was a waste of resources. It was a waste of time. But my eyes weren’t on the decor. They were locked on the woman sitting at the center of the high table. Irene. In this loop, she wore sage green. It fitted her perfectly, along with that red hair I had once fisted while we fucked against my office mahogany desk. The silk clung to her frame, the color bringing out the amber fire in her eyes, even from this distance. She looked breathtaking. She also looked like she wanted to die.

Carmen awkwardly waves to all the eyes on here. “I also have a special announcement to make that many of you will be excited to hear.” Arienne pauses for a moment before continuing. “The Moon Goddess has decided to bless me with a second chance mate.” Murmurs spread through the crowd. My breath hitched in my lungs. I pick at my cuticles, waiting for his next words. “Please welcome Amikat Sequora, your new Luna to the pack! Amikat, come up here, please.”

If Irene didn't stop her a while ago, she would have died from the power of those flowers. They stood under a tree beside the lake with Irene hands folded across her chest. Her green dress matched the green fields and she gave the aura of a snake in a green field. Her hair fell loosely on her back . She looked just like a goddess and Ariel was in awe. Irene no longer looked like the maid she lived with. She looked different and more younger. " I will sit here while you wash up in the lake" Irene said and Ariel blinked her eyes before looking towards the lake.

Bashiri replied, turning his gaze away from the large screen. Irene nodded, then walked out of her mini cinema. Her goal this time is to see her cousin's wife. She quickened her footsteps towards the flower garden far behind her house. Her tiny lips smiled when she saw the beautiful woman in a blue dress attached beautifully to her slender body and sitting while staring at the flower garden. “Hello, can I accompany you to sit here?” Irene asked quietly as she squeezed both hands nervously. Those beautiful eyes with bright-green irises are shining. “Yes, sure.” Her red lips smiled and then shifted her body to the left, so Irene could sit next to her.

MATHIAS POV I lock the cabin and head toward the intoxicating scent, every fibre of my being is telling me to take my mate, make them mine, never let them go but I need to stop them seeing the wolf I have locked in my basement. I move quietly back toward the lake where I just fought the hybrid, seeing someone leaning down looking at something on the ground...blood. I can hear her heart rate start to rise, she's starting to panic, she has fire engine red hair flowing down her beautiful back stopping just before her luscious ass. She smells like tea tree oil and Lilly. this is it, I finally found her, I want to run to her, take her in my arms and make her and every inch of her body mine, I wan