Priya Novel の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 8 One week later Damien Priest POV I run my fingers through my hair and look at Amara and Grace go on and on about this new hair shampoo they’re using. To be honest I don’t see the difference they’re speaking about. We’re having lunch at my apartment. apparently, we’re celebrating Amara getting a job. I didn’t even know she was job hunting. Though we’re not close enough to be called a married couple. We do our best to avoid one another when we’re alone.

the girl said again and Cristina smile. " Oh my apologies let me introduce myself, I'm Cristina Ema Lane and I'm Mr Shane's friend " she said and the girl nodded look at the shirt she was wearing " Im Priya Erikis "she said and Cristina smile " you can come inside Priya" she said and move to the side allowing Priya to walk in, When Dave saw Priya he frown and look at Cristina who didn't look bothered by Priya 's present " Why are you here" Dave asked her in a stern voice and Cristina look at him with a raised eyebrow and he ignored her

The room fell silent as he leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. After hours of deliberation, Kendrick was acquitted but asked to step down from Alpha position, handing over to another family, the council finding no evidence linking him to the crime. Priya, however, was sentenced to become an outcast, a fate worse than death for most wolves. "No! Please!" Priya screamed as the guards approached her. "I’m sorry! Forgive me!" Her pleas might have moved me, but her thoughts betrayed her. She wasn’t sorry... she was furious. Furious that she’d been caught, furious that she’d lost.

Trisha rolled her eyes at me and scoffed, before going after supervisor Penelope. … Author Tina Nwuba: “The appearance of our star FL, Priya, is going to be described in the later chapters. Stay tuned! Also, you amazing readers should read my other books: “Heart of a Betrayed Wife”. “My runaway wife, Hates me!”. “The Father Of My Twins”.

But a girl with bright pink hair waved me in. “Newbie! Come sit. I’m Priya.” Priya was loud in the best way. She laughed like thunder and asked questions that made you think, and within ten minutes, she’d extracted my life story without me even realizing it. “So you’re writing a novel,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “About what?” “About… a girl who loses everything.” “Love it. Depressing. I’m in.” That was the beginning of everything. --- Leo joined the club a week later. He was quiet but warm, with a dry sense of humor that caught me off guard. He wrote speculative fiction—worlds with magic and monsters—but he read my chapters with the same seriousness he gave to his own work.

Lots of love Priya.

Plzz do forgive me if I offend anyone of you in anyways throughout the journey of I H H. I may write a sequel of I H H but it will take years for now. You guys can follow me on w*****d and Insta to keep updated about my works and be connected with me. Insta I'd - @author_priyaraj Watty I'd - PriyaRaj_ Now I will say my final good bye IN HIS HELL. This novel will always be especial for me 😭 Stay safe and always be happy and strong. 🤎P.

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

The smarter part knew I was already addicted. Priya opened the door wearing nothing but one of Rajesh’s old work shirts unbuttoned, hanging off one shoulder, the hem barely covering her ass. No bra, no panties. Her hair was loose and wild, lips glossy, eyes already dark with hunger. “You’re late,” she purred, pulling me inside by my belt. The door clicked shut behind us. “I’ve been touching myself for an hour thinking about this thick cock.” I dropped the toolbox with a thud. Guilt still gnawed at me her husband knows something’s up, he saw the cum on the floor yesterday but the second her soft body pressed against mine, that guilt got drowned out by pure lust.

Then she looked at Ryder behind her. Then back at Mia. “Hi,” Priya said. “Hi,” Mia said. Priya crossed the threshold. Looked at both of them standing in their Meridian kitchen. At the window behind them. At the sky. “The current keeper,” she said softly. “Coming after,” Mia said. Priya held her gaze. Something moved across her face. The Priya mechanism — covering warmth with efficiency — was not working this morning. She put the pastries down. Looked at Ryder.