Priya Novel Novels & Stories

And underneath the recognition, something careful closing over it like water over a stone. Then the smile, warm and seamless, and Priya stepped forward with her hand out. "Hi," she said. "I'm Priya. My mom's the pack healer. If you ever need anything, she's great. And so am I, generally speaking, in a less medical way." Lily shook her hand. "Thanks. Lily." "I know." Priya's hand was small and cool. Her grip was gentle. "How are you finding Silver Creek so far?" "I've been here approximately forty-five minutes."

I told him the place and closed my eyes. “We’re here,” I paid him and gave him an extra tip. “Thank you. Drive safely,” I remind the old driver. The old man looked so happy. “Thank you, Princess Luna! You really have such a good heart!” I made my way through my shop. It has a minimalist design, and I like it so much. I’m sure that I’ll spend more time here! This will be my safe haven. My one staff greeted me politely. “Good morning, Ms. Steele!”

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.

The evening unfolded slowly, dinner giving way to quiet conversation, conversation giving way to music Killian had selected with surprising restraint, nothing too loud or chaotic, just warm, unobtrusive melodies that suited the garden's quiet beauty. Priya approached at some point, her usual professional composure softened by what I suspected was at least two glasses of champagne. "I want you to know," she said, somewhat unsteadily, "that working for you this year has genuinely been the highlight of my entire career. I came into a company recovering from a scandal, expecting drama, and instead I got the most quietly inspiring example of someone choosing honesty over convenience I've ever wit

“And if it doesn’t work, you come home. No shame. No regret.” GreenLee leaned her head on my shoulder. “You deserve to be chosen. And you deserve to choose back.” I looked around at all of them—this mosaic of women who’d survived, loved, lost, and still believed in beginnings. Maybe I could too. Rob (POV) I never thought a place like this could feel familiar. The Ricci villa’s too polished, too steeped in legacy and old-world charm. But tonight, with the sun bleeding gold across the vineyard and Gabby’s laugh drifting through the open windows, it feels like something I could belong to.

The living room was cluttered with unopened mail and a half-eaten pizza box from last week, a reminder of how little time I’d had for myself. I sank onto the couch, pulling out my phone to call Ella, but before I could dial, a knock at the door startled me. My heart jumped and I peered through the peephole, relaxing when I saw Priya, a new graphic designer from Haven who’d joined the team last month. Her warm brown eyes and shy smile were unmistakable, but I hadn’t expected her here. I opened the door, forcing a smile. “Priya, hey! What’s up? Everything okay?”

Priya just can't control the anger that i s rapidly building into her . She can't just believe that her plan has been ruined just like that. The best thing for her is to get out of this mutiitude if people since it is now becoming hard for her not to turn into her snake nature. “ She will die, she will really die” Priya roars out so angry as she turns into her snake form after making sure that no one is seeing her . She moves quickly heading towards the temple . The dark temple that is at the top of the mountain.

And I don't know where I would be right now if I hadn't met her. Blair is my wife. She's my mate. And she's my life. * * * ###THE END OF THE QUEEN AND THE FREAK.### --- AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's the real ending! Thanks a lot for reading this book! And I will let you know if I can write a spinoff for this one. It will probably be a story about Pryce and Blair's children, either of the twins. Also, don't forget to check out my other books! See you! Have a great day or night! -Love, Brey <3

The arm of someone who was not calculating the gesture, just doing it, because she was there and it made sense. I looked at the photograph for longer than I should have. "Nova." Priya's voice was careful. "Say something." "She's pretty," I said. "That's not what I was asking." "I know." I sat back. Looked at the ceiling. "I know it's not." Priya put her phone down. Looked at me with the expression she reserved for things that mattered. "What is happening with you two. Actually. Because from where I'm sitting it looks like a lot more than a contract and a letter."