Precious Doe Novels & Stories

She seemed to sense my struggle and hastily retreated to her seat. ___ Cecelia's POV I nearly bit my tongue when our eyes met. His breath smelt like peppermint, his perfectly chiseled jaw, and his thick brow were captivating. His eyes are green like emeralds. His gaze stirred something inside me. I scoured when suddenly my phone rang. I took it like lightning without reading the name of the caller because my mind was preoccupied.

I could see the tense lines of her powerful shoulders, the slight shift of her weight onto her back haunches in preparation to flee or charge at any moment. But then, a miracle happened. The doe straightened slightly, the lines of her body relaxing ever so slightly. A gentle huffing breath ruffled Ava’s loose hair as she bent her long neck and gave Ava’s outstretched palm a cautious sniff. I could scarcely believe what I was witnessing. The trust, the peace, the understanding that seemed to flow between Ava and this wild creature whose only instinct should have been to run or attack. And when the doe took one step aside, allowing Ava access to her baby, I felt as if I were witnessing somethi

Precious said as she tried to park the car safely behind a yellow Mercedes and a sleek salon car. We walked to the house, Precious' boots thumping against the interlocked ground. I heard barking from behind the house. Precious grabbed my arm, her acrylic nails dig into the flesh of my arm. A large dog appeared from nowhere and launched right at us with its teeth bared. Precious let out a yelp and ran towards her car. I stood still because I knew running was a bad idea. "Don't run!" I told Precious. She squealed even louder. The dog completely ignored me and went for Precious.

Eventually, the police had no choice but to admit him to a psychiatric hospital. I learned about all of this while getting promoted twice at my new company, Apex Meridian Group. I bought a new home near the office and started dating someone new, Allison Pierce, a woman who didn’t care about my past. While planning our honeymoon, she suddenly asked, with a playful secrecy, what value a honeymoon held in my heart. I thought for a moment. "For someone you love, it’s priceless. For someone you don’t love, it costs a fortune." What would our honeymoon be worth?

I gasped for air, my head spinning. When my vision cleared, I found myself staring into large, intelligent brown eyes. The doe. Her soft muzzle hovered inches from my face, her warm breath tickling my skin. “You,” I croaked, recognition dawning. The same does Penelope and I had helped during the competition. The one whose fawn we’d delivered together. She’d somehow tracked me, followed me, and now—impossibly—saved my life. The doe stepped back, allowing me to sit up. My ribs protested. Nothing felt broken, but everything hurt. I touched my side gingerly, wincing.

Petting his head, letting him know he was forgive i I turned to the doe. “Are you hurt?” I knelt down, her head laid on the branches beside me. Petting her gently, her tense body softened, only to hear a hurtful moan. “What’s wrong?” Creed’s warm body knelt beside me. The doe, sensing a dragon’s presence, tried to get up only for us to feel a vibration into the soil. It came from Creed’s chest. It was so deep it sunk into the dirt, rattling the bushes of the freshly fallen snow. The doe abruptly relaxed, laid its head back down on the snow that was now covering the ground.

Theodore twirled his fingers, adorned with colorful diamonds, his eyes shimmering with determination. The allure of that woman to him was irresistible. He absolutely couldn't bear to let someone else have her! - Fiona struggled to contain her excitement, and declared decisively, "The Dancing Dove Regalia has been sold for a final price of four billion and one dollars!" Four billion for the Dancing Dove Regalia! She was curious to know what kind of woman deserved such a wedding attire. Meanwhile, Byron was sweating profusely. "Mr. Lester, I don't mean to blame you. But offending two influential figures from the Crimson Robe Society simultaneously... We’re in unprecedented danger!"

The Chaos Sacred Lotus was the Dooms’ treasure. The Lotus only matures once in a while, and one Acmean is added to the Dooms every time the Lotus does this. Thanks to the Lotus, the Dooms’ position as the number-one race of the Greater Realms can be secured. Now that the Dooms were sharing their treasure with other Races, a number of Quasi Acmeans were very enthusiastic. They were so excited about it that they desperately wanted to enter the Primal Universe and snatch a first. Some of them were also unknown Quasi Acmeans and wanted to use this opportunity to acquire fame.

It spinned around for a second before it stopped and pointed in Silver's direction. “Truth or get drunk?”. Precious asked Silver. “Dare”. Silver responded, sounding uninterested after all what happened earlier, “I dare you to kiss my brother”. Precious said and Silver’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?I don't even know your brother”. Said Silver. “Jason is my brother, and I dare you to kiss him in front of everyone”. Precious said with a mischievous look on her face. “KISS HIM!!!” “KISS HIM!!!”

I heard some gasps and whispers as my wolf turned around and dragged the deer out with ease, her canines deep into its flesh. She dragged the deer towards the shrine, staining the ground red with the blood of our tribute. The temple was located at the top of four marble stairs. A crystal pond was encircled by seven pillars that supported a vast crescent. The pillars and the back area were surrounded by moonflower vines dripping with moonflowers. A marble statue of the Mood Goddess stood across the pond, beneath the crescent. Her head was magnificently adorned with a crescent that gleamed in the moonlight, and a cloth shielded her eyes. Her head was turned to the sky, and her hands were cross