Novel & Cerita Rika Helleaven

Claire Henderson was just tidying her desk, she'd had a reasonably quiet afternoon considering that she was the go-to woman for several high profile people. She had uploaded a couple of photos and a link for an interview for an up and coming singer who had just won a national competition. She had spoken to the social media assistant who worked for her firm and who was in charge of the Facebook profile of one of the biggest British heartthrob actors Sebastian Drake and had a conversation with a detective from Scotland Yard over a woman who was stalking him.

Again, it was none of his concern. “Hmm, and who is Airoh?” he asked again. It was better to know the high-ranking faeries for him to be familiarized. “Airoh was Rieska’s mate. His powers are pure destruction and dark magic, which made him invincible. Some legend says that the Ancient King is the last descendant of Sorath—the spirit of the sun. And he could also wield the perfect combination of dark and light magic,” she explained seriously, looking straight into his eyes.

It held power and I liked that. I Instantly knew we would get along. She wore a deep red dress that perfectly hugged her curvy body that had a double high slit with a halter neck. Her dark hair was in a high ponytail with curls and some baby hairs, she has beautiful toned skin and long eyelashes. Shira's makeup was light, deep red ombre eyeliner that matched her deep matte red lipstick. "Shira." Valerius spoke. "Hey, I was looking for you." She said with her sweet voice. Valerius pulled Shira beside him and pecked her lips. "I'd like you to meet someone." He says as his attention shifts to me.

His voice was a low, deep rumble in the morning air. "I am," I said, my voice just as flat. "The black one," he said, patting the neck of the beast on his left, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bitch. Her name is Hela. She will try to kill you." I just stared at him. "The one on the right," he said, patting the other, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bastard. His name is Fenrir. He will kill you."

she says and I nod in approval. "Okay, let's get some drinks," she takes my arm and walks me to the counter. "Hey peaches," the bartender lights up immediately he sees her. "Hello love of my life," she replies, before leaning at the counter and giving him a kiss. "The usual?" he asks, after they pull away. " Yeah, but my girl here is a whiskey girl," she says. He looks at me like it is the first time he has noticed me. "Hey, I am Malakai," he says with the most beautiful smile. I can't help but smile back. "I am Vienna," I say. "Oh, you're Vienna. It is nice to finally meet you," he says, walking away to get our drinks.

he teased, I hate this man, him and all his wet towel handing over his waist and his tired wet hair hanging over his face, I could help but gulp. All those good unholy things those hands did to my body, comes back to mind, I want to experience them all over again. I am brought back to the earth by a chuckle, his annoying chuckle, “I am leaving,” I grumble. “You can use my shower if you want, I am not as greedy and mean as you,” he yells but I ignore him. As I open the door, I meet Esther who was about to knock on Heath’s door, what a lucky woman I am. It has officially been confirmed, I am hexed.

He leans over and places a kiss on my ankle. I turn around and head for my dressing table. I wait, my back straight, while Elio passes a gold chain with a sun-shaped medal hanging from it. In the center, a white diamond sparkle with the letter G engraved around it. "Do you like it?" he asks me when he sees me playing with the pendant. "Much, grazie sole mio," I answer, giving him a slight smile through the mirror's reflection. The sun represents him. This is the origin of his name, Helios, the sun. The G is the initial of the Family. This jewel is not an ornament, it is a necklace and a chain to remind me that I belong to him and the Family.

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.

Dumbfounded, I just stared at her. “Plus, Alpha and I believe that you are the Sacred Shewolf who will rule over all other wolves. She comes every thousand years,” she added with a nod. Pinching my mouth I glared at her warily, not believing a word of that. “I'm nothing special, Hella. I'm just an omega who recently got her wolf.” “That can control fire and comes from the first shewolf sent by the Moon Goddess…You're gifted with the Sun AND Moon's energy! You are very special,” She interrupted.

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.