Président Novels & Stories

“What assignment?! What are you talking about?!” Her voice lowered again. “He has to reject his mate.” I blinked. “His… mate?” Nadia nodded. “And by mate, I mean Devon.” I frowned. “Devon? Devon who?” She grinned widely. “Devon— the damn President of the Astria States.” My jaw dropped. “The… the President is… is a…” “A wolf, too,” Nadia said, savouring every word like it was dessert. “And even better, he’s mated to your cousin.”

The secretary explained in panic. Stephan waved his hand to dismiss the secretary. He understood his father's character and knew that no one could stop him if he wanted to enter. Robert snorted when he saw Stephan looking at him. "What are you doing here?" Stephan asked, breaking the silence. "What do you mean by what I am doing here? I am your father besides I was the one who made you become the president so I am still president" Robert snorted. "Ex president" Stephan corrected. Robert hands pointed at him "You…."

His nostrils flare and I don't think I've ever seen him look so angry. Now that I have his full attention, I'm terrified. But it's time to lay my cards on the table. "I know this isn't what you want to hear, but I'm in love with Connor Mennetti and he's a good man. And, yes, I am expecting his baby."

Natasha said with a worried expression. "You will never say that again. There are enough things for Sean to deal with now. I don't want him to be upset. Besides, that man is the President of another country, and he is nothing like Sean," Yvonne said angrily. "Rome is not built in a single day. Although Mr. President is not the retired French President, it is still a lesson that all of us should learn from. It will be fine if he continues to be the next President. However, he will be doomed once he abdicates his position. How could a President divorce his wife, only to get married immediately in the following year?" Natasha said.

"One glass of Jameson, please." He raised up his index finger, calling the attention of the bartender as he sat alone on the counter. He fished out for his phone from his jeans' front pocket, opened Clix from the home screen and started swiping left and right. "Here you go," the bartender slid the cool, round glass in front of him.

I would serve this in a meal for Millie and I to share. I then disposed of his body out back. No one would do anything to me because I have power here and control. No one will mess with a cannibal. By the time the next day rolled around I had kept the nurses's flesh in my small freezer no one had known about that I would keep in my room. I was mising my Millie but I knew that she would be back. As the days passed by and I waited patiently but anxiously for her return when the day finally came I smiled brightly. "Hey Brian, I'm feeling better. How was your week?" She asked me. "Dreadful my dear, but I have something for you." "You do?" Millie said smiling in more of a surprise way not like an

Aiden muttered. "Mr... Pre...sident?"

Ex-President Kevin Rivera’s son, Kai Rivera. My hand went to my mouth, trying to cover the noise that tried to escape my surprised mouth. I shrank back as my eyes darted to my son. Brittany looked at me strangely and I could just squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head as I felt a rush of fear course through me. Either Kaiden had been confused thinking that the actual President was coming, or I hadn’t listened carefully. Kai was the President. The President of a multi-trillion-dollar company. His father had been the Ex-President of the country the last time we had met each other.

Zayn looked to his side and he caught on to Will's Killer glare. "How can I turn down an offer from the celebrant," "Then I shall..." Will spoke up to make his escape but then the president cuts him off. "Why don't you join me for a glass of wine? don't be a stranger, I happen to have also ordered a new brand," "Ah-well, I..." "Come on," The president said through a grin and Zayn watched the two walk off towards a table. He thought Will could handle a few minutes with the president, as that was all he needed to sort out the mess he'd created.

He could see his ruined white shirt when Yohan Dixon came closer to him. “President, should I arrange a new shirt for you?” “No need. I am going to October.” “But you have an urgent meeting.” “I will do it in studies.” He snatched the keys and quickly got into the car. Assistant Nolan looked at the speedy car with a sigh. The president was a dark and typical man whom he could never understand. The car stopped in front of the villa and Sara Owen raised her head to look at the man who had just gotten out of the car. She was watering the plants on the spacious porch. She straightened her back and smiled at the man but he did not look at her and walked ahead.