Sona Movsesian Novels & Stories

Couldn't disagree with that. "He was demoted eight times from Thalassa. I remember my Dad mentioning him many times, it was my favourite dinner time talk actually 'What has Nicolòs Jones done now?'. Your mother always stuck by him no matter what though. We knew her as Mara Megestanis, the sister of Milo Megestanis, Max's father." "Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted. "So surely that means I am related to Max," I then squinted my eyes in thought, "... He's my cousin!? How come you didn't think to tell me this?!"

They all remembered Elio, the useless live-in son-in-law, and felt that Evelyn was cursed to have such a pathetic husband. Everyone thought Elio was a poor and incompetent loser, but his true identity would shock the entire city of Cloudsea. As the young and beautiful secretary opened the door, an elegant lady walked into the living room. Her features were exquisite. Although she was over forty years old, she looked ten years younger than her actual age. She had the aura of a queen. Everyone in the room stood up and greeted her respectfully. "Good afternoon, Madam Rinz." Only Elio was still sitting with his legs crossed, looking sloppy and lackadaisical. The woman was none other than his mot

She snapped, stopping me “if my son did not teach you…” “That is enough, mother” Alexei snapped, stopping her. Isabella’s eyes widened in surprise, and seeing as her son was now letting out low growls, she knew that she had taken things a bit further than she should have, at least in terms of him being an Alpha. “You are defending a slave against your own mother?” She asked, glaring at him. Isabella pushed him back, her push not moving Alexei as he stood in front of her, watching her “you, my own fucking son, my first born, are defending a slave…”

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

Xavier: I sat looking at the man who had given me his daughter years ago for an alliance. His eyes meeting mine, studying my expression, wanting to play the game of cards. “I trust that you came here with something to tell me, Marcus.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Alpha Xavier, I did not think that the two of us weren't on first name basis.” he said, his tone smooth but empty. “I appreciate you seeing me. I would’ve preferred my daughter greeted me first, but I understand she’s… preoccupied. It seems that she has been that way for a while now. I called her but she rarely ever answers.”

Alexander: I watched Serena leave the room with Helena and found my eyes lingering on the closed door longer than they should have. She had looked irritated, which, given the news she’d been given, felt almost predictable. She had discovered I had a son and that his mother had once been one of my favorites; irritation was a reasonable response for her, and for reasons I could not entirely name, it suited her. My wolf stirred beneath my skin. Mate, he insisted, and I told him to be quiet.

"You see, Soni's birth mother was a woman named Elara. And she was–” “Anyone but you has the right to speak about my mother, Alessia.” Soni's voice drifted over before Alessia could finish her sentence. “Are you alright, stepmother?” she asked me with a slight smile, as she stood beside me. I was taken aback by Soni's amiable behavior towards me. Why was she helping me? Although I wasn't sure what she was up to, I smiled back at her, "Yes, I'm fine," I replied.

“Wait, my child. Stay for at least ten minutes. Talk to us. At least go see your aunt. I can’t prepare anything for you to eat, but Sona will be here soon and she’ll bring something.” “Really? Where is Sona?” Magdalena asked angrily. At the same time, she took out the sandwiches she had bought at the airport for the journey and placed them on the table for them. “Sona is at work. She works in a restaurant washing dishes and usually comes home late.” “I can’t wait for her today, but when she comes, tell her to be home tomorrow morning.” Nazi did not know the truth. Sona worked in a low-class whorehouse in the area. She worked as a prostitute, mostly serving truck drivers. She earned very litt

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.