Novel & Cerita Maeve Wiley

Violet bowed her head submissively, “If you insist Mistress, then.. I have nothing to say.” “Good girl. You're only fourteen yet you've managed to kill ninety one in just two years. You're more useful than those ugly men who only know to fart and drink. This time though.. it will be different, you have to kill a very powerful person, of course, with the help of Poison.. If you manage to accomplish the task successfully, you'll be promoted to level three and you will live a better life.” Azareal purred and leaned away from her throne before whispering in a low tone.

I faced the crowd with a smile on my face as they applauded me. I was given a microphone to deliver a speech and I took a deep breath before starting to talk. “Good evening, everyone... I’m Rayne Mae Carson. Never have I ever imagined in my entire life that I would be in this position that I’m in right now and for it, I’m grateful. I hope that I would be able to meet your expectations. I will do whatever it takes me to serve the people of this empire and I hope that I would not let anybody down. I will serve and protect this empire along with our great Emperor, Adrian Harlow. This place has always been and will always be my home and I will happily do anything to keep it safe. Thank you for a

Fyre was all over the place trying to take in all the emotions and beauty of the setting. “Do you like it?” A gentle female voice startled both Helena and Celeste out of their amazement. It was Alpha Jones’ wife Luna Maeve. She was a low-key figure in the pack, even tonight she was in a delicate lavender gown, her washed out green eyes matched by her limp long blonde hair. “It’s stunning, its truly the most beautiful party I have ever been to”

Beverly Carington I looked at myself in the mirror and checked my outfit for tonight one more time. Today I'm wearing black hair wig and green contacts. I wore a really beautiful long red dress with slit on the left side. I got down from my apartment and drove my car towards the ballroom where my target is. As soon as I arrived, I gave my car to the valet chauffeur and I walked inside the ballroom. I started to look for my target until my eyes landed on my client. He gave me a smirk and he pointed at someone. Yes, it's the target.

Chantelle POV: It had been three months since I left my uncle's house and moved in with Declan. I was finally beginning to feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe and cared for. Declan and his staff had been so kind to me, making sure I had everything I needed. I had tried to help around the house, but the maids always shooed me away, telling me to relax. As I sat there, reflecting on my new life, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that had happened.

photograph with flowers symbol of death Maya did not reply to her brother; In few moments her parents came and they took her home. Maya felt her vision blurred with tears when she laid on the bed that night; the big packet of various tablets with a glass of milk was kept on the nightstand; she was supposed to take that and sleep the night off; Everything she ever worked for seemed to go in vain. Maya was one of the lucky students who completed graduation at the age of 19; She wanted to be a model and next week was her audition for a modeling reality show.

She recalled everything that happened. Her eyes held a look of guilt as she opened them again. She couldn't bring herself to look at Martin. "I'm sorry for making you go through the stress of bringing me here," she apologized. "You're sorry?" Martin scoffed angrily. Caitlyn could tell he was upset, and it made her feel more guilty. "An ulcer patient should prioritize their meals before any other thing. I suppose your smartness was taken over by your sympathy for a dog and made you neglect your health. I always doubted that smartness you boasted about."

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

I'm not sure why I'm surprised by this, but I am. Seyla smiles at me and nudges me with her elbow. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Maeve. Breathe" she says jokingly. I force a laugh and we start walking. "Do you braid your hair yourself? Can you teach me how to braid? I've never been good at braids, and my dads weren't either." the bubbly red-head, Lyra, practically shouts at me. I look at her. She's pretty. Really pretty. But I can already tell her energy will be an absolute nightmare.

Pain shot up my spine from the impact. Maeve helped the sobbing, hyperventilating Zane to his feet. When she noticed his swollen face and disheveled hair, her expression turned vicious. "Nolan! You've lost your mind!" She stalked toward me, her face filled with a malice I had never seen before. "How dare you touch him!" Watching her protect him, I let out a jagged laugh. "Maeve, he smashed my dad's portrait." She paused before looking down at the shattered frame on the floor, then back at the sniveling Zane. He immediately started whining, "I didn't mean to! He charged at me, and I lost my grip!"