Primrose Everdeen Mockingjay Novelas e Histórias

Chapter 132 || KAI'S POV || The scent of bitter herbs wafted through the hallway as I leaned against the carved window frame of the southern tower, smoke rising over rooftops in the distance. A raven wailed outside. Ominous. My spy huddled at my rear, his breath held. I did not glance back at him. I had no need. "Repeat it," I snarled, my fingers tapping idly on the stone sill. He coughed. "Alexis… is mated to Elinda. The Lycan Princess."

With a cheerful grin, he whispers to me, "Mom, this bin belongs to an award-winning restaurant! The food's fresh and tastes great. Let's bring some back for Dad!" The next day, I put on the cleanest clothes I own and head to that same restaurant, hoping to get hired as a janitor. If I get the job, maybe I can bring home leftovers before they're tossed out. But when I look up, I see Ethan stepping out of a luxury car worth millions. Behind him stands a woman and child, both dressed in designer clothes. I recognize her instantly. She's Mira Alstone, his childhood sweetheart. The restaurant owner gives me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Ms. Everdeen. Alpha Ethan reserved the whole place for Mira t

Pearl muttered incoherently behind her gagged mouth. “My name is Primrose Evelyn. I am a princess.” Pearl spoke to Timothy. Timothy frowned. The hair on his neck bristled. He had never been nervous when committing murder. Everything went very smoothly. There is no pity for the victims at all. But now, Timothy felt his body shivering. "What are you doing?" Timothy spoke. “Let me go,” Pearl answered telepathically. Timothy tried to escape Pearl's voice but couldn't make it sound like it was roaring in his brain.

my eyes burned bright red, and pollens from a nearby flower traveled in the air he breathed, and upon smelling it, his body slumped and fell into a deep sleep. I am Vreihya Amely Zecillion, a princess that came from the strongest royal family of this world will promise to take care of him regardless of the fact that we both hate each other.

Although Mila had told her that the pack members rarely entered the garden, she still had to take precautions in case people like Jenedeith sauntered in. The thought of that rude woman made her blood boil. She recalled the way she treated Mila, called her slave and insulted her. Then she was Xavier's mistress meaning she'd be here regularly. Violet sat beside a beautiful red rose bush, and bringing her knees up, she leaned close and enjoyed the sweet scent of the flowers. She slowly traced their little buds and stem, then hissed quietly when something pricked her finger and she just starting to suck on it when a small growl froze her.

Go over and get our mate from that asshole’. Turning to the off-looking pair, wolves part like the red sea as I stalk over to them. Sensing my presence, Jayda’s firm curvy body stops dancing as I approach her. Her eyes are wide with shock and she nervously shuffles her feet. Good, she should be nervous. “Um, Evander, you’re back”. It comes from my mate’s mouth in a half question, half statement, as if she is trying to convince herself that I’m standing in front of her.

But over the years, I had learned a few things and used the recipes inside to concoct potions to get revenge on Olivia and James. Only now, Simon was at the top of my list. Luckily, I found the plant might help me to revenge on one of the pages of the book. This plant was common in royal palaces, but no one ever noticed them. Their rhizomes can even be used as medicinal herbs to treat trauma, but since injuries are rare for shifters, the plant does nothing for them. I remembered what the image looked like and closed the book. At that moment, I saw the words on the title page.

"How is it possible that you look even more beautiful?" Ashanti swatted his hand away when he subtly squeezed her butt and winked mischievously. "Stop!" she giggled. “It's the grace and charm that comes with being a Lycan.” His hand squeezed hers. "Oh, Ash, I've missed you so much. I haven't been eating well, I haven't been sleeping well... the house has been so quiet without you and Maya…" He threw his hands up in the air, his voice rising in a mock lament and Ashanti burst out laughing.

She was deliberately dropping her shoes to leave a physical trail for him to follow. Closing his eyes, Vulcan took a deep breath, focusing all his senses. He caught a faint, sweet whiff of her vanilla scent, mixed with the harsh, metallic scent of that of rogue wolves. "They went south," Vulcan commanded, pointing down the trail. "Everyone, head south in search of her right now!" As the soldiers surged forward, Maeve quickly walked up to Vulcan’s side, her voice soft and laced with fake concern. "Your grace... What if she didn't get kidnapped? What if she just ran away to avoid the mating ceremony tonight?"

Emerald snorted. Chris started explaining to Zavain that Emerald was a god's great-granddaughter. Zavian sits there speechless for a while before saying that none of those assholes knows this. I tell him that we just recently found out, and he says that this will work to our advantage. We are just wrapping up the meeting when the door slams open, and Simon comes speeding into the room, only to be stopped by Kylani. Seriously I thought only vampires could move that fast. Simon lets out a growl, only for it to be returned by both of the girls. “Please don’t hurt him, my goddesses.” Violet cries.