Novel Precious Novels & Stories

Everything I did now was deliberate. Precious sat across from me then, legs crossed, posture stiff, eyes cold in a way that grief often hardens them. She looked nothing like the woman Croft once married, the soft, hopeful girl who believed marriage could protect her. This Precious was sharper, carved by abandonment and pride, more enclosed in her personal wealth. That pleased me. Broken people were easier to redirect. She didn’t agree to anything immediately. Precious never rushed. She listened, calculated, and weighed what she had lost against what she could still reclaim. I spoke slowly and carefully, feeding her truths wrapped in bitterness.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

she countered. “Well, the good news is that your late father left all of his properties and estates to you. You don't need to start from scratch once you're out of here.” He revealed with a smile on his lips. Valerie's brows creased. “Why would he do that? He never bothered to do anything for me while he was alive. And what about his mistress and kids?” Valerie questioned in anger. “He never had any other child outside you but he was too ashamed to show himself to you and your mother. This is his way of making it all up to you.”

I gave up and just decided on a spaghetti strap, a skin-tight black dress that stopped mid-thigh with a tiny slit. I don't have anyone I need to impress *mind shrug* I put on stiletto heels even though I know damn well I'm going to regret it later. Once I was ready I yet again sat on the couch in the living room but this time picking up the book Diamond by Koda Crown. Like I said he is a good ass author, and he sure writes very... creative 'scenes'. I enjoy his book to be quite honest. I read for a little while. A little being a lie and I actually waited for like another 45 minutes. Then Alissa made her way to the living room.

She twisted her auburn hair into a tight bun and mentally braced herself. “La Parfumerie” wasn’t just any restaurant. It was where the city’s elite came to dine, to gossip, to show off their wealth. Brianna had perfected the art of being invisible there—efficient, courteous, forgettable. She floated between tables, reciting specials and balancing trays with ease. Her mind, however, wouldn’t settle. She scanned the room out of habit and froze when the chime at the entrance sounded. Jayden. He sat in a secluded corner, somehow still commanding attention despite the low lighting. That same magnetic presence. That same gut-punch of memory. But now, he wasn’t alone.

~Miss Pretty She looked for a note that she expected will be written at the below part of the page but unfortunately, she'd seen nothing. Wondering why he never made a response beneath the page, she just heave a sigh and wiped her tears away. Disappointed, she turned the notebook for another page, and surprisingly, she found a message from the codename Master again. The difference is he wrote right on her diary and occupy a whole page on it. With mixed emotions of excitement and curiosity, she started reading Thyago's message: Dearest Miss Pretty;

The issue would be the one he would choose to pleasure the King of Noviran. @pop precious

A huge man crying over a girl. Why did I have to have sex with her at that club? Why did I come with her in the first place? Why did I have to protect her? Why do I care? Why did I love her so much that I had to get jealous of Max? There was never an answer to all those whys. She's just too precious, that's what it is.

“I don’t understand how they can be so mean Dr Neill, I work so hard on campus. I’m captain of the netball club; I started the glamour girls club to give us girls more confidence.” Jenny rambles on about her activities as Dr Neill’s mind begins to wander. Today is a significant day for the doctor, today is the eighth anniversary of his son’s disappearance. “Dr Neill?” He is abruptly pulled from his daydream. “Yes of course Jenny” An alarm goes off on Dr Neil’s phone. “We will have to continue this matter on your next session Jenny.

PRECIOUS I looked across everyone's faces, catching a glimpse of their confused faces before the word finally sank in. Wait. "Rare?" The single word rolled out of my tongue effortlessly. It seemed like snow which melted suddenly on the ground as everyone's mouth hung low, their lips slowly reciting the word. "Yes, Rare. Your name is Precious babe, and precious means something rare so I picked the two together and I came up with the name." He smiled, flashing his teeth at all of us.