Mary Argy Novels & Stories

Anderson, our messenger, and Madam Charity, our nursemaid. As children, Argon and I had shared precious moments together, guided by the care of Madam Charity in the absence of our mother. Our father, consumed by his work, could only devote time to us when he returned home late in the evenings. While I ventured out into the world, making new friends and embracing school, Argon remained secluded, his education limited to the confines of our home. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for leaving him behind, deprived of the joys of childhood companionship.

That said, it was Argus who had pushed her mother to actually commit the act. Argus opened his eyes, breathing heavily as he awoke from the realm of nightmares. Before going to bed, he had swallowed a pill prescribed by his personal doctor as an act of anticipation. Is it because this situation is the same as at that time, equally during the preparation for his marriage with July, Argus's mental state is weaker than usual. Yes, it's not just Minerva's threats that bring back bad memories of Argus ' past injuries. But also because again, Argus is faced with the same choice. And the pressure of his guilt that still resides in the corner of ' heart on mom to this very second.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

"Y-yeah. I do. I'm Ara Palacio. I live in a province in region iii. I'm twenty nine years old. A veterinary doctor. I still live with my parents since I'm their only child and my own clinic is near our home. I have two adoptive brothers in the military I haven't seen for a very long time now." "What other events do you remember before the hotel?" "I…" Ara's head throbbed as she tried to recall everything else. "I'm at a party. I met a man. He's bleeding. I helped him because I was scared he'd hurt me. He let me go. Then… that man… he scares me but he's the one I was waiting for in the hotel. The one I have feelings for." "Do you know his name?" "No. I don't." "Do you think you would've recog

I couldn't be more proud that he finally realised that. My empty headed friend was actually just blinded by ambition. Alhamdulillah for everything now. ------------------- Medellin, Colombia. -----------------------------Aguero's Cement. Old factory, 5:00am. The pain that was eating up all my bones and literally everything in my body was intense. I couldn't move, I was restricted and I felt so lifeless. The only things my blurry eyesight caught were old factory equipment, the air in the area smelt like that of cement and the cobwebs around me were of no doubt, plenty.

“You’ve seen him as the last person entering Argen’s room. But he’s forced to that.” “Are you trying to make me feel conscience of what I’ve done? Argen can read people’s mind if whether they’re lying or not. And she won’t tolerate punishment if you did once. Thus, I am also forced to tell the truth,” she replied, not trying to sound pitiful but the way she’s making a try of having herself look confident of what she was doing. She’s trying to nail it to the bottom, and would focus a thought of achieving her perspectives was right after all.

Especially Higgins cause he now had his arm wrapped around his neck as he glanced at Sean—who had stayed quiet this whole time. "I'm asking for your opinion as an entity that makes a profit for this organization. If you lose more fans, you'd be no different from a rookie who took acting lessons at Yogata." "Yogata?" Jackson asked, "where is that?" "Exactly." Sean continued. "If you lost fans, you hold little to no usefulness to us, that much is clear. So I say we clear up this misunderstanding in mature ways. No matter how meticulous." There was an edge to his voice that made Maria uncomfortable, she couldn't tell if he was exhausted or mad. She just sat there and let all their words sink in

Marcel had kept her safe all this time. “Maria?” I asked, taking a step toward her. Aria looked at me before turning her attention to the one person who used to be my friend. “How did you get out?” “Alpha Marcel’s men let me out, they told me to go and hide. You know, I was under his protection, but it seems to me that there was a little matter that I needed to take care of first.” She said, taking a step toward me. Her eyes dropped to my stomach. She stared without shame. “You’re huge,” she muttered.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

We would usually mate, and a mating bond was always stronger than that agreement that we signed on a wedding paper. “We have no objection.” Alpha Arturo said, looking at him through the corner of his eye. His voice was deep, husky, and hoarse. His power radiated by just seeing his presence, and I could tell that one growl from him would shut a whole room up with no fights or arguments.