Si Mabuti Ni Genoveva Matute 소설 & 이야기

Over a century old, yet her lithe grace and eternal beauty was that of the legends. Not to talk of her top-notch hypnotic powers. She's the real beauty with brains. And extremely busy. She takes active part in the vampyre world and it's politics. I heaved a sigh and shook my unruly curls. It scattered my wildly around my head and I shuddered to think about what I look like right now. My mother liked to joke that my hair was a failed experiment and a sentient being on its own. The door creaked open, revealing my elderly maid,Agatha, who'd been saddled with the responsibility of taking care of me.

She hesitated a bit looking straight on the floor. “I… I wanted to apologize. For earlier. I didn’t mean trouble.” I raised an eyebrow, surprised by her behavior. “Apologies from you, Polema? I’m impressed.” Before she spoke another word, the door opened again, and Sabrina walked in without so much as a knock. “Matteo,” she said, her voice dripping with familiarity. Her eyes flicked to Valentina, and her smile sharpened. “Oh, I see you’re busy.” Valentina stiffened, her gaze hardening as Sabrina moved closer.

Family members leaning in to see the photo, exchanging glances. "It's not what it looks like—" I started. "Isn't it?" Valentina swiped to show another photo. This one showed Caroline and me even closer, mid-conversation. "Matteo Romano, engaged to one woman whilst secretly meeting with Caroline Marchetti. One of the most powerful women in the Marchetti family." "That meeting was about business—"

Matteo whispered, his full lips brushing against the sensitive skin right behind my ear. His hot breath, heavy with the scent of expensive cigars and premium whiskey, practically scorched my skin. "Now listen to me very carefully with that little cyber-genius brain of yours... There is no room for anyone else's ownership in my life, Nova. Especially when I have this tight, soaking wet little pussy moaning so beautifully under me, crying out for my sperm. You don't get to think about anyone or anything else but me!" "Matteo... Ah, fuck... Stop, the guards..." I groaned, but he didn't care.

“ It was the curse he got for betraying his fated mate.” I watch as the children shake in fear like I did the first time she told me the story of the forbidden Alpha. My Mom is a babysitter, and the children like hearing her very scary stories at noon before they get picked up by their parents. The little pups are asleep in the living room, while those from three years and above are circled in our very spacious porch. “She was his fated mate. People believed that she was banished from the pack for murdering her whole family.” Cassie chips in and I roll my eyes away, fighting back the urge to click my tongue. The story is old, false and getting boring.

"We need to have a talk." The color drained from Matteo's face. Marco tried to make a move and was immediately slammed to the ground by two of our men. "Vincent, what is this?" Matteo tried to act calm. "You have no right to barge into my—" "No right?" Don Genovese walked right up to him. "Your recruiters lied to her. Promised a miracle cure for her cancer. Instead, you pumped her full of poison and let her die screaming." He raised his cane and pointed it at Matteo's chest.

“Oh, go ahead with it please." Biting down on my lower lip, I hesitated for a second, contemplating if it was ideal to ask or just let it slide. But I found myself blurting out anyway; “What happened to your mate?" A glint of shock flickered through Gamma Genevieve's orbs. “No, I just felt like asking since you are so beautiful and all. Perhaps something happened, but if you don't want to—” “No, it's fine." She placed her hands neatly on one of her knees and then started. “I had a mate once. Turns out he was a lowly peasant. A common omega, so I had to reject him." She replied.

She simply stepped into the center of the storm and took the tablet from Marcus’s hand with a flick of her wrist. “Genealogists are such dreary people, always looking for roots in dry soil,” she said, her tone dripping with bored condescension. “The reason your specialist found nothing in that village is that Mateo Navarino wasn't born there. He was born in a coastal hamlet three miles north that was absorbed by the municipality in ‘82. If you’re going to dig into my family's private life, Marcus, at least hire someone who knows how to read a modern map.” She reached into the small, beaded clutch at her waist and produced a slim, weathered-looking folder. She tossed it onto the tablet.

His fingers trembled slightly, and the tips were an unnatural gray. The elder sat to one side, watching me with heavy eyes. Two women stood nearby, relatives of the elder who had been assigned to "look after" the Alpha. One was named Lira. The other was Sera. "This is the one from the Vex Pack?" Lira looked me up and down. "She does not look like much." Sera said nothing. She just stared at me with cold eyes. The elder spoke. "Athena Vex. You have arrived. You will be told what to do in due time."

She lowered her eyes to the ground, but the red-haired man shifted her chin upwards. "I am twenty-two years old." She said out loud. She was embarrassed that she had told them her age. People often tomd her she looked four years younger than she was. Baron heaved a sigh of relief, but Xavier frowned. "I find it odd that she is so young. Almost seventeen years younger than us. How could the goddess possibly mate someone like her to us?" Xavier asked, as he turned to look at his brother. "Oh. She's our mate." The older one said.