Neuvillette Cane Novels & Stories

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Even though she was curious, she couldn't do anything but let it go and wait until they were done. After minutes of waiting, Nevil walked out of a private room. He didn't look at her until they left the hall. Nevil and her went to Lamagne after. It was a field of ice in the middle of the Mightmire's forest, the town territory of Nevil, a little far from where his den is located. This is exactly like their training yard. Snow was falling. . . But that doesn't really matter. The cold has no longer affected them.

“You’re terrible.” Nia shrugged. “I’m honest.” Jalen, on the other hand, didn’t look anywhere near as amused. He sat on the couch, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes blazing with something I couldn’t quite name. Disappointment? Rage? Lustful frustration at seeing someone else claim Aire in a way he’d wanted? I shook my head. Teenagers. Always overreacting. Even the ones who were… supposed to be mature. “Jalen,” I said firmly, “you need to calm down.”

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

It took up the entire front half whereas the other half was dedicated to erotic photography. "White is fine." I answered, as she held up a bottle of Pinot Noir and Chardonnay. "Meilleur choix. Here you are." She said as she poured a glass and handed it to me across the bar. "Merci beaucoup," I smiled, taking a sip and leaving a lipstick stain around the rim of the glass. "Am I allowed to look around while we wait?"

Lizzy insisted, stepping inside and placing the papers on the coffee table. Reluctantly, Furina picked up the top newspaper and read the headline: “Incest Scandal: The Neuvillette Marriage Controversy.” Beneath the headline was a photo of her and Diluc leaving the building the previous day, surrounded by flashing cameras. Next to that, a photo of her mother, Celeste Neuvillette, looking stunning at some event, caught her eye. The articles described Celeste as a celebrated socialite who had married the billionaire Antoine five years ago.