Portia Devorak Novels & Stories

She says, and I shrug. "Actually, Celia Clementine." She says, and I freeze. "You saved my life, Viola." She says, like it is explanation enough, and my heart begins to pound, my ears, hot. "Please, don't name her after me, I am nothing special, please don. . " I stammer, heaving.

Amaria replied. “ Hold on. No, Amaria, no. You want to expose the Queen, are you out of your mind? This person you're talking about is the Queen of Ashmael and the Luna of the most powerful pack in werewolf history, The Moonstone pack. She clearly has a lot of supporters and to be honest Amaria, your plan won't work, you will just get yourself banished completely,” Dove whispered. Amaria glanced at her while she climbed onto her horse and said sternly, “ I know and I don't care, I will still try my best to expose her,” “ Well we will have to try, what she did was a very despicable thing, ” Teresa said and climbed onto Amaria's horse. Elex shrugged, climbed onto his horse and said, “ Even if

“Why? Give me one good reason as to why he would bring you, an omega, a slave, a bathroom brush, to the pack? Unless, of course, you spread your legs for him already. Maybe you are carrying his child or another man’s, a bastard…” “I am no whore for your Alpha to screw,” I said, and she rolled her eyes. “That is not what I heard from you and the pack’s Luna. You know, Luna Claudia doesn’t choose just anyone to enter Alpha Diego’s bed. And considering that she chose…” “What?” Renata’s voice broke the woman’s sentence short, and I took a deep breath as I saw the woman entering my room with a kitchen knife in her hand. My eyes widened in surprise, and it didn’t take me long to realize that the w

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

The then alpha felt proud of his son and named him the new alpha of the Pride pack, believing that Rodrigo was responsible enough to lead his people. A year later, Rodrigo received a letter from a heartbroken Monica. In the letter, she apologized for entering into his life and making him go against his father. She also confessed that he made her know what love truly was without the mate bond, but as much as she loved him, she also hated him for letting go of her hand, when he had promised to protect her.

“Don’t ask me questions when you already know I can’t give you the answer. It’s better if you don't know the specifics.” We both shared a quick laugh, but then her expression flattened. The playfulness vanished from her eyes. She sat down next to me, her posture stiff. “While I was digging through those files, I found out that Portia has been in serious trouble before. She’s been up for jail time twice. Both times, she was exonerated and walked away completely free.” “Twice?” I felt a chill go down my spine. “How is that even possible? Usually, if you’re headed for a cell, something sticks.”

She sucked it with great experience until Ivan, with a groan, came into her mouth. Portia got up from the floor, put on her underwear, opened her bag, took out the money she owed him, and left wiping her lips, glad that she got everything she wanted.

I have vowed to myself not to love anybody asides from my family. As for Giordana, Her innocent face, lush brunette hair packed in a bun, and beautiful large brown eyes were captivating. The woman was effortlessly gorgeous. At the wedding, I had bumped into her on purpose. Entering the church that day, I sighted this petite lady sashaying to the back. I wanted to flirt with her and probably get her into my bed by the end of the day but her reaction was something I didn't expect, hell! her mouth and her stature don't go together at all. Seeing her stature you'd think she was this shy girl type but she proved me completely wrong.

” The Dark Child paced in front of them, “My mom, thinking that the situation was her fault, she went after my father and never came back. She sacrificed herself, Inwë. And the Virsathen tree grew in commemoration of her sacrifice.” She was Estelel’s daughter to Jilroid. The Dark Child was Margarette’s nieces. “Believe it or not, you are reincarnated for many times. Once as a vampire princess and onetime as a nymph wanderer, you’ll never stop rebirth until your mission is cleared. But your true identity, your real personality, was the daughter of the Virsathen and her human third party. I believe you saw him, the silent ghost of Shasta?” She smiled.