Maxine Hunkel Novels & Stories

“Their majesties, Emperor Clyde Westernia, Empress Rosita Westernia… their highnesses, first prince, Prince Noah Westernia, second prince, Prince Benjamin Westernia… together with the Grand Duke Dave Whistleton, Duchess Morticia Chase Whistleton, their son, young lord Damian Whistleton and daughter, lady Clementine Whistleton,” the announcer shouted to get everyone’s attention. When the door in front of us opened, we went down through the stairs. Everyone’s clapping and whispering as we enter the banquet hall.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Danika Williams It was a tiring day, I was on the ramp all day, with those hot lights blasting on my face and high heels which I think were invented to murder feet. I just wanted to go home, shower and have sex with Henry. Henry wasn’t my friend or my boyfriend. He was a guy I have sex with sometimes when I am not dating anyone. He is totally gorgeous but unfortunately he is a dolt. You can’t have a normal conversation with him, his IQ is that low. But its good sex, also he just leaves after we are done so I don’t have to worry about getting rid of him like some other guys.

'This cloth is completely ruined by my boss' She said within herself. "Helen!" He called and a young attendant appeared. "Take her and change her cloth. We are having a meeting in the next one hour." He spoke and walked out of her sight. While Kimberly followed Helen to change her cloth, Damien stood outside. The weather was nice in Canada. Maybe it's a good thing if he stay here for free days before leaving. With that crazy Secretary Kim. He remembered how she was smiling when she was looking at her phone and touching her ring like she cherish it the most.

The Isle of Myrren was unnaturally quiet that morning. A thick blanket of fog hung low, barely drifting. Even the waves against the jagged cliffs whispered instead of crashing. Deep in the stone dungeon of the ancient fort, Serena lay still on the cold ground, her body curled up beneath the thin blanket they’d allowed her. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn’t asleep. She hadn’t truly slept in days—not since she began attempting to communicate through the mind-link and learning to detach her soul from her body.

“I need exercise, and you won’t dare help me, Keene. Did you hear me?” He shut his mouth tight. He may be my best friend, but I bothered him too much already that I could barely sleep at night. The least that I could do was to do the chores since he could barely stand on his own feet. “Harry—” “Just bring some clean towels and sheets, okay? And some toiletries, too.” I stepped down the porch, then I paused to look at him. “Who’s our guest?” “It’s Arella Rogue who booked the cabin. Our guest is a guy named Clyve—”

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

My encounter with Hawthorne had been a profound revelation for me. Moreover, even if I were to consider entering a relationship, I would never be able to carry a child for another man unless he is my soulmate. It is a curse for some and yet, a blessing for others. “So we can leave now?” Harrison asked and I nodded in approval while my bags were being transported to the booth of the vehicle. “Aurora, are you going to leave us?” A small, hesitant voice inquired. I shifted my gaze towards a young girl, around six years old, who was fidgeting with her dress in a nervous manner.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.