Novel Talak Novels & Stories

I nodded my head in affirmation. I was the only King and the last thousand years who had someone who was not a lycan on his council. Many frowned at it, but none could challenge my decision. "Can I have the book, Sire?" Talia requested. I stretched forth and gave her the book. Receiving the book, she placed the palm of her hand on the blank pages, closing her eyes. I knew she was trying to do her magic thing. Suddenly, she gasped. Her pupils and iris went up and she began jerking as blood ran down from the corners of her eyes. Strong wind blew into the room, forcing the window open. The candle went out immediately.

Call disconnected. Arranged marriages in Indian society are way long and complicated procedure. No matter whether a girl is literate or illiterate, she has to pass in multiple stages of the face showing rituals. Sometimes, she gets rejected just because she is way high literate than a guy, sometimes gets rejection just because her education doesn’t match the guy’s literacy, or sometimes the proposal is so pathetic that she has no choice but to reject it. If I compare this with applying for a job procedure, don’t you think that both have similarities? In the case of jobs, most of the time you get rejected because either your qualification and experience don’t match the job profile or sometime

He offered his hand to Kellen to who took it enthusiastically. “It is good to be back in the kingdom Alpha John, I have heard many great things about you, and thank you for not only your hospitality to my warriors but also for your help in bringing me home.” Tala stood by his side looking down at the ground, her hands fidgeting until Kellen spoke her name. “This is my mate Tala, although I was enslaved for a while the moon goddess blessed me with finding my fated.” He said pulling Tala close to him.

Parker was hot, even that fucking smile was hot, and she would be lying if she didn’t admit that getting naked with him had played over and over in her head a few times in the last three weeks. Talia could at least rule out marriage. She didn’t think she would ever want to get married. After all the years she’d been contractually chained to her father, the last thing she wanted was to enter into another contractual agreement with a man. Yes, maybe she was painting all men with the same brush, but in her experience, all the men she had any contact with were arseholes, so it was to be expected. Maybe there were some good guys out there. She was just yet to meet one.

"Why!? What's wrong with her?" "Tala's mother was Velvela, and she was already a twin venom" "Already?" "Yes, so for the lack of a better description, Tala is a tri venom, the first of her kind"

“She’s like three weeks out of an abusive marriage, for fuck’s sake. And you’re taking advantage of that? Just couldn’t help yourself, huh? Always just trying to get your dick wet.” I winced at Jake’s words, anger bubbling up inside me. How dare he assume I couldn’t make my own decisions? And he had the situation between Talon and I all wrong… didn’t he? “It’s not like that,” Talon said, his voice rising slightly. “I care about her, Jake. I have for a long time.” My breath caught in my throat. What was Talon talking about? A long time? I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and made my way down the stairs.

However, Drake was right there, and she didn't know if he will be willing to go. Ever since Drake told Talia the story of how unmated girls dance around the bonfire, under the moon, for the Moon Goddess to see and to bless them with good mates, Talia was dreaming of doing the same. Talia was in a predicament. She didn't want to separate from Drake, and at the same time, she was confident that if Drake shows up among a bunch of unmated women who are looking for a man… that won't end up well. Can she go with Drake, without him, or should she just give up on going?

Cut off and isolated from the general world. I looked at Tali, pointed for her to share her story. She cleared her throat. "Oh, sure, make me follow Ms. Ninja over here." She blew out a breath that disturbed her bangs. "I'm Tali. I'm an expert level Krav Maga practitioner. I recently escaped from and killed a number of the Night Terror gang in Russia. What I don't have in classic training, I make up for in sheer tenacity and stubbornness. If it needs to get done, I'll find a way to make it happen."

Rakia argued, which Dashtan thankfully answered with an unsuspecting nod. "But if we go on vacation, what about Dalilah?" Rakia looked at Dashtan, expecting a solution. She cared for the woman only a little but couldn't make Dashtan abandon her; after all, Dashtan was married. "She's coming home this weekend; we can go when she's not here, right? Even if she comes home and finds us not there, she can do nothing about it. Dashtan said this without feeling burdened. Even though she was married to Dalilah, she had never thought of treating that woman the way she treated Rakia. His marriage to Dalilah had obvious boundaries out of necessity. He could no longer open his heart to her.

With that acceptance came a new friendship, a sisterly bond that I had been forever grateful for since I let my walls down. Tala was strong, brave, and everything a queen should be. Her kindness outshone the best of them. Her eagerness to live life to the fullest and her almost ‘too innocent’ demeanor- a breath of fresh air since the death of King Alexander and Queen Sarah. Never once have I seen Tala look down upon a lesser wolf or weaker race. After the way she grew up and everything she had endured in Bhakhil, she represented a beacon of light and hope. My leg shook and my foot tapped incessantly, anxious for news of my sister and nephew. I couldn’t wait to meet the little pup. I loved ch