Odessa A'zion Drew Starkey Novels & Stories

Ezra: “Hey,” I said, smiling at my beauty when I entered the bedroom. She smiled, getting up from my desk where she was working on whatever sketches she was working on. She walked toward me, and I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly, kissing her cheek. Lia purred, her wolf somewhat taking control of her actions, and though I wasn’t stupid as not to know that her wolf wouldn’t have done so unless she was genuinely happy, I chose to not dwell on the topic more than necessary.

Who dared to do this? "The piece that named her," I say. "Which outlet?" Kane slides a printed article across the desk. Her name is in the third paragraph. Zolandria Azaeres, the alleged kidnapped daughter of Edgard Azaeres, is believed to be closely associated with Dravik (CEO of Stark Limited and now also known to be a leader of a mafia group) and potentially involved in his underground operations. Her photograph, taken at the Whitmore dinner, is beside a paragraph about Stark Limited's connection to organized crime.

Ethan reached for me, pulled me close, wrapped me in his arms like the world outside didn’t exist. “And who are they to tell you that? Doctors? Who is he to cut off? Anything that would help you get any hope?” He asked, leaning in. I closed my eyes as I allowed myself to give in to his words, as I allowed myself to believe something that they told me was never going to be true. Then he whispered against my ear, “No matter what they told you, Delilah... you’re perfect. Everything about you is perfect.” Tears burned behind my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

I think it's Zain's calling her. I ignored that and looked back at her. "I'm getting tired. You kids continue, I'm just going to hit the day." She waved at us, and we all waved back. Daniel turned the T.V. back on and I snuggled deeper into my blanket, continuing to gawk at Channing Tatum and Dave Franco.