Prelude 12/21 Novels & Stories

It was exactly 8:30 on Monday morning when I received a package containing fresh blueberry muffin and a cup of takeaway hot chocolate with a note that said: Mission: Friendship... contd. Current progress: 10%? #Bribe2.1: Internationally renowned, hot, sexy and unbelievably dashing Adrian Stone wishes you a tasty good morning with your favorite tasty delights. Accept this delicious blueberry muffin and mouthwatering hot chocolate as a small bribe for the above mission. I hope your day goes great. ;)

Surprisingly, he responds sooner than I expected, and it's not long, that I am welcomed into the premesis. On my way to the house, I continuously tell myself, that this is my time with him and I should focus on that, and not bring up anything, that may trigger any tension. It should be like that night, I spent the night over. In surprise, I feel my pace slow down, when he suddenly comes out of the house, looking really good, in a white designer shirt, that he buttoned up to his neck, nude pants and dark shoes. He looks really good and I find myself, admiring this.

Continued to wander around. "Yes. Some of those have begun already, some are still for preparations and the rest will either start next month or months or next year, depending on how big the project is." "These much?" I surprisingly asked. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Without these deals, Jael you wouldn't be able to buy those Saint Laurent heels." I rolled my eyes at him. "Get the isolated paper there at the counter," he referred to his mini pantry inside his office. "Can I read it?"

"Ten minutes ago." Aurora stared at the envelope. It looked like a funeral notice. "What is it?" "The Met is in May," Elias said. "This... is the Prelude. The 'Autumn Charity Gala' for the New York Arts Foundation." Aurora relaxed, just a fraction. "A charity gala. We get ten invitations a week, Elias. Send a check. Send regrets." "I cannot send regrets to this one," Elias said. He reached out and tapped the envelope. "Open it."

The New Year’s Eve countdown on the primary monitor reached the final ten minutes: 00:09:59. The battle for the global broadcast was no longer about machines, hackers, or hidden bases. It was a war between the ancient, frozen keepers of the status quo and the messy, dissonant future of a world finally waking up to its own power. The Seven Elders raised their hands, the Symphony Conduit spun faster, and the first note of the final war erupted in a blinding flash of violet light.

"The drug is almost ready. Expect it a day before the Crescent moon festival. The festival is a great day to carry out your plans Alpha Kael." Beta Thorne let out a frown as he saw tugging at the corner of Kael's mouth.

A congregation of egrets drifted by, and the chat lit up instantly. The Egrets Shared Account: [Miss Fruit is feeding Thor the Tiger again. The drumsticks are humongous this time!]

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

[--Kaiser Volkov--] Being a pack leader isn’t just a title—it’s a never-ending responsibility, especially when I’m constantly moving, juggling tasks, and ensuring everything runs smoothly. Right now, the Blue Moon Festival preparations are in full swing, and the weight of the event falls squarely on my shoulders. Today is officially the first day, also known as "Preparations Day," the day when our open meadow transforms into the most stunning festival area anyone in the surrounding packs has ever seen.