Selina Gotham Novels & Stories

This us what I wanted. I turned to the crowd yet again. "Once again I call out yo whoever refuses to accept and submit to me, speak now or forever hold your tongue," I said waiting for a moment. No one made a move to come forward, say anything. "Very well then. You all are under the rule of Noella Cindy James, no more queen of routes, but Queen of all werewolves." I smiled and stepped down. This was it. This was finally over. My justice has come to me. I have fulfilled my desires. **************

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

"Scarlett." ******

He eats at the best restaurants, and he travels the world in style. Delcan POV_ As I was driving home from work, the streets were quiet and still. It was late, and most people were already home for the night. But something caught my eye - a girl, sitting alone on a bench. I couldn't help but notice her, even though she was bathed in shadow. As I stopped my car and got closer, I could see her more clearly, and she was even more beautiful than I'd first thought. "Excuse me,I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I said, "may I sit with you?" The girl looked up at me and hiss without saying a word, her brown eyes swollen I guess she must have been crying. Delcan: ". I just wanted to make sure

It was a complete background check of Jennifer. “JENNIFER GWEN MILLER” DOB: Sept. 29, 1999, Essex, England Address: 15 Guild Street, House Number 43, Windest Road, Chelsea, SW10 Via Fernanda Caracciolo 23, Milano Mobile No: +1 270-5283-4061, +39 338 123 2367 Bank: European Chartered International Bank, 43d King's Rd, London SW3 4LX, United Kingdom.

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

She would never sign the dissolution papers. Watching the color drain from my face, Selina laid out her chip. "I know a very powerful witch. She can use magic to forge a body identical to yours. That body would pass even the highest-level DNA test and magical tracing. It would fool Cassian and everyone else. But making it takes time. Five months, at most." "Why would you help me?" I stared her down. "Because I want Hailey to be the next Luna," Selina said, not bothering to hide her ambition. "As long as you're alive, Hailey has no legitimate claim. Only when you're truly dead does the position open up."

Brianna joined in to help her sister, but I had Tracy in a tight lock and I wasn't going to loosen up even if the world was ending. Unfortunately, my anger was short-lived. I fell back as a cold and thunderous voice rumbled through the air. “What in Gaia's sake is happening here?” Her voice cut through my bone line razor sharp blade. Her heels clicked on the floor, pulling an unnerving cloud of fear with her. “Lena, you'd better have a perfect explanation, or I'm gonna skin you alive for trying to harm my daughters!” She snapped.

Just as I was about to head toward the stage, a screeching voice stopped me in my tracks. “Alpha Damien.” I turned, my jaw tightening slightly when I saw her. Celine. She was stunning, as always, with her golden hair swept to one side and a red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. The neckline plunged dangerously low, and the slit in the dress revealed more leg than was probably appropriate for the occasion. She was a picture of seduction, and she knew it. “Celine,” I said evenly. “You look... prepared for the night.”