Novel & Cerita Mackenzie Ziegler

Mackenzie flinched at the outburst, startled by the shift in her demeanor. “That’s your problem,” Eliza snapped. “You act like you’re above us, like you’re better than the rest. But we’re all doing the same damn thing here. So swallow your pride and get off that high horse of yours.” Her voice shook with fury. Bloodshot eyes, veins straining against her neck, her whole body seemed to radiate heat. Still, Mackenzie remained unfazed. She pressed her lips together, running her fingers through her hair before rising from the stool. Even with Eliza standing a few centimeters taller, Mackenzie’s presence carried a commanding weight that seemed to fill the room.

“Say that again.” Mackenzie hesitates. “Annalissa Hale. She goes by Issa professionally.” The room tilts. I sink into the chair, breath slow and measured in a way that betrays nothing of the storm tearing through my chest. It can’t be. “Background?” I ask. Mackenzie scrolls. “American-born. Relocated to Europe about five years ago. Worked her way up through Lombardo Tech firms before MuseCo. Strategic mind. Ruthless when necessary. Highly respected.”

His claws dig out and scrape the inner layer of my head in an attempt to come out. Dakota, control! I warn him. I ignore the smell, reporters, and comments from females, and hastily reach the stage. By then Dakota starts to jump and scratch in my head unruly. I try to block him, as he wants to take control of us. And we both know, when he takes control, we always end up tasting blood. "Good morning people of Damison Group." Anger is clearly visible in my voice, it is more like a warning for Dakota to not mess this up. My hold on the podium gets tighter as I try hard not to focus on the smell.

Daisy stood beside her car, the file still clutched tightly in her hand, its weight a tangible reminder of the choice laid before her. Twenty billion dollars, a sum that could rewrite her life's narrative in a single stroke, yet its acquisition tethered to a morally tangled web. 'This is no way Seth Nathaniel would allow me to do this...unless we could use the money to pay off the investors that are threatening to leave MetaX, his late father's company.' Daisy Hunter's thoughts raced as she stepped into her black sedan SUV. "I need to talk to Allison Melody before I even make my decision." Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home.

she said pleasantly. “Thank you, ma’am,” I replied. She stepped back without shaking hands with me. It was a curt and cold interaction and I started to miss Gabriel’s warmth. I guess it was true you could never satisfy humans. “Ah, right,” Mr. Reynolds’s tone switched to excitement. “This is the GenZ of the company. She is the Creative Director, Miss Mackenzie.” Mackenzie stepped forward, blushing, “A pleasure to meet you. I am in charge of all creative work in the company.”

She stated and thought I have already made the decision, I had to ask her a question. "Why do you want to help me?" I asked her and she sighed rolling my eyes. "Number one, because I'm a profeminist. Two, I'm actually helping myself. So, are you in or not?" "Of course." I nodded. "Bethany, who else is working with Makaila's father apart from you?" I asked and she looked at me for a moment, probably deliberating whether to tell me or not. "Jackson and Tyler." She deadpan and I cussed.

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

"if it wasn't for Alpha here, I wouldn't be able to have this chance. I would have died a long time ago alone and cold. Out in the woods." I looked up at Brax, who stood there hiding his emotions. his hand grabbed mine, and I could feel that even now, he wasn't showing it. He was sad. brax left the room leaving me alone with the girl, i sat there listening to her story. I felt like I had to. She had been kicked out of her pack after they had beaten and abused her. She walked for days until she became too weak, collapsing to the ground. When she came to Brax was carrying her through the woods. He took her to the hospital, and when she was better, he gave her a place to live and a job, making