Onyx Solace Morissette Treadway Novels & Stories

Humming along with the sound coming from the music box from the locket that’s laying down peacefully on a velvet pillow on a finely crafted case sheltering the meticulously made locket, besides it was a necklace with a key pendant. The wind howls and caresses her body, a black curtain of hair sways along with the wind as the soft and warm rays of the sun touch her delicate skin. “There you are, I have been looking for you.” Morrigan whisked her gaze to the voice that caught her attention. Their eyes looked at her, clad in black and barefoot on the grass. Shaking their head as they walk closer to her. She smiled timidly, but it did not reach her eyes. Her smile was guarded. “The sun is rather

After looking down for a while, Maya was determined to say whatever she wanted, thus she lifted her head and stared at Ashton, straight in the eye. Looking into his intimidating eyes, Maya did not back down. She straightened her back and cleared her throat again. “Hello alpha, need a Luna?” Maya asked. “Sorry I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation but I happened to hear you talking about your alpha not having a mate. You can take it as me offering my body to repay your kindness.” Maya said, puffing the invisible chest out.

Larissa attended the event as the chairwoman of the Starlight Group. At the party, a gentleman approached her and started to apologize. "Ms. Solace, I'm so sorry. It was all a misunderstanding." Larissa was dumbfounded. The man continued apologetically, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Wesley Moore, a graduate of Oaklynn University. I'm working in the family business now." Larissa didn't know this man, but she nodded politely. "Nice to meet you. But … why were you apologizing?"

Xavier: The drive back was quiet. Not the kind of silence that weighed heavy, the kind that settled softly between two people who’d said enough for one day. It was peaceful and I was thankful for every moment of it. Valerie leaned her head against the window, her eyes half closed. The last streaks of sunset cut across her skin, making her look untouchable. She hadn’t noticed that I’d taken a different road. She was too tired to notice. But we were not going back to the pack house, not tonight.