Pursuing Her Novels & Stories

The time following her academic achievements was a period of exploration, challenges, and triumphs as she delved into her passions, aspirations, and pursuits with determination, resilience, and a dedication to living a life of purpose and impact. In her professional pursuits, Hazel endeavored to forge a career path that not only utilized her skills and expertise but also resonated with her values, principles, and desire to make a positive difference in the world. Each role she embraced, each project she undertook, and each obstacle she overcame were stepping stones that propelled her forward on her mission to effect change, contribute meaningfully, and continue her journey of growth, learnin

Dark circles framed her eyes, and stress had even begun to thin her hair in places. She considered it worth it. Her research was almost complete. Soon, she'd earn the title of Doctor—the dream she'd sacrificed everything for. She ran her hand through her dark brown hair absentmindedly. She looked back at her phone, the app had been installed. She registered, set up her details—not too much information, but just enough to draw someone in—and started swiping through the options. There was nothing appealing at first. Apparently, most of the men were looking for long-term commitment.

She muttered under her breath, voice low and sharp, almost to herself: “What could Damon be doing around Chelle…? What the hell is going on with this family?” Her gaze drifted to the city beyond the glass, distant headlights smearing into streaks of gold and red. Fingers drummed against the arm of the chair, restless. Whatever it was, she decided, it wasn’t staying hidden. She would dig, pry, poke, whatever it took—this time she wasn’t leaving any angle unexplored. She could almost taste the satisfaction of uncovering the truth. The thought made her pulse quicken, a flicker of excitement threading through her irritation.

She sighed and shook her head. "I-I've been pursuing him." When Arianna said all this, Brittany got anxious. Her face flushed as she continued, "I chased him for many years. You know this, but he’s neutral toward me. What am I supposed to do?" Brittany felt she had worked very hard. Someone else would have given up by now, but not her; she persisted. She believed her determination would touch him, and she would get a happy ending. Ultimately, this happened. "You call that pursuing?" Arianna looked at Brittany and shook her head like she could not believe it.

“Relax. It is not difficult to gather this information. Our world is small. Major movements leave traces.” I held back my anger. “If you know where she is…” “I do not,” she interrupted calmly. “But I know you will find her.” “Why are you so certain?” “Because an Alpha who travels alone this far is not hunting for power,” she answered. “He is chasing something personal.” I did not respond. She stepped back slowly. “Be careful. Not everyone watching you will remain still as I did.” “If you need my help, you may come to my palace,” she added coolly.

“It does seem like love at first sight indeed…” The reporter cleared his throat. “So who pursued who first?” Joshua looked at Luna. He wanted to say something, but Luna was one step ahead. She smiled at the reporter and looked at the camera. “I pursued him first, but when I pursued him, I did not care about his status, background, nor his wealth. I only cared about the person. For him, I was willing to give everything. Even if I knew that he does not have me in his heart, I was willing to do it just for a sliver of hope. I was willing to go up against the world. I don’t care if people say that I’m a gold-digger. I don’t care if my family objects to this relationship. I only care that he like

She couldn’t afford to. A few of the men stumble blindly in her direction, but they were disoriented, and their movements were sluggish. She ducks and weaves through the mist, her body moving faster than she thought possible, using the noise of the gas-induced chaos to her advantage. The cries of her pursuers faded, and all she could hear was the rush of her own breath and the pounding of her heart.

Her focus now intensifies on meeting the mysterious figure and unraveling the enigma that has been haunting her. Among her motivations, there also lies a desire for revenge against Alexa. The need for retribution lurks in the depths of her thoughts, but her primary objective remains solving the mystery and liberating herself from the feeling of being watched or monitored. She yearns for freedom and is determined to work towards achieving it.

As though watching a cycle she once participated in begin again through her daughter — a life of smiling through compromise, warring with dignity, and dressing up survival as ambition. Outside, Imani slips into her car, pulls the door shut, and exhales deeply. The hospital visit. The lecture. The subtle ache of knowing she’s chasing something that may never come. But she has no plans of slowing down now. Not when the finish line has her name etched in marble.

That sickly-sweet perfume she drenches herself in still clings to the night air, sharp enough to burn my throat. I stalk toward the parking lot, my wolf snarling beneath my skin, restless after the rogue attack. I should be at the packhouse, organizing patrols, securing the borders. Instead, I am here because I am drawn to her. To both of them. I shake my head, trying to rid myself of what that could mean.