Outer Sans Mga Nobela at Kwento

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

It was my mother's voice, sharp and furious, so shrill it felt like it could pierce my eardrums. "Aurora! Where the hell did you run off to!" "Do you have any idea that Enzo got into a shootout at a south side club last night looking for you? The entire underworld saw it! You've dragged the Moretti name through the mud! Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Rowan gave me a detailed briefing on the company’s operations. With his help, I quickly got up to speed and threw myself into the work. One day, while we were in a meeting, a commotion erupted downstairs. I looked down from the upper floor and saw Ronan arranging a massive heart made of red roses. Holding a megaphone, he shouted up at me, "Calista, give me another chance. Can we start over?"

As the Apha rose from his chair he went to give the order to arrange the execution when there was a massive commotion form outside the massive oak meeting room doors. Suddenly the doors smashed open and stood in the doorway were three of the biggest men I have ever seen. They were identical, at about 6 foot 6, they were huge walls of muscle and hair. They all had long blond hair down to their shoulders and were giving Norse god vibes. They stood there exuding power and were definitely some kind of Alphas.

The shock hit like a bullet, driving straight into my heart. The woman in the photos was playful in some shots, seductive in others, pure and innocent in the next. Every image seemed to smash through the boundaries Julian Vance had sworn he would never cross. He had once promised in front of the media, with me standing behind the camera, "I only shoot commercial model work. If anyone wants intimate portraits, don't come to me. I have strict rules about that." Yet the girl in front of me had offered herself to the photographer without the slightest reservation.

Jennie felt she needed to tread carefully while planning her next steps to ensure everything went according to her wishes. The four alphas had just moved from abroad, making them newcomers to this campus. However, their charm was undeniable. Every eye that glanced their way was captivated by their majesty and charisma. Besides being handsome, they also exuded authority, making everyone around them feel enchanted and submissive to the hopes they brought.

Well, in her crappy emotional state, she could’ve come across Chris Hemsworth or Jim Robinson and missed them completely. Her own voice startled her when she heard herself say it aloud—lucky her, only the first bit. “I don’t remember seeing you here earlier.” Jay shrugged and told her about the broken rental and his great idea of going for a walk on such a night. Silvia nodded, her eyes darting back to the windows. Surely he’d gotten there while she was in the ladies’. Plain to see he wasn’t a local either; his accent was definitely West Coast. “You sound like you’re far from home,” she said. “LA, right?”

“Don’t be long.” She opened the little gate next to the counter and brushed past me, and I motioned for David to continue on with the medication stuff as I followed her outside. “Freya! Wait!” I said, and I noticed as we walked out that everyone was staring. Including Marcus, who had been sitting by the window as we walked out. “You need to stop, okay?” Freya replied as we got outside, swinging around to meet my gaze, glaring at me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”