Sonata Dazzle Novels & Stories

They were practically glued to one another by the hip. “Oh, she looks angry.” The petite one on her left snorted at me, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief. The bimbo on the right hand chuckled at her lame excuse for a snarky comment. “Here I was thinking you probably disappeared off the face of the earth or something.” Sonia rolled her eyes, advancing to me in elegant strides that made her hips sway in the ridiculously expensive designer jeans that were clinging to her hourglass shape like gloves. “I was beginning to get bored.” She pouted, her matte red-coated lips pursing for a bit.

And presently, James wanted to hold her in his hands. The light blue organza dress on her body set off her tall and thin figure. And the large V-neck design revealed her delicate clavicle. The hemline was even lower than her thighs. Watching this, James's Adam's apple rolled. He said, "It's a beautiful dress." Of course she was more beautiful, but he wouldn't scare her with compliments. However, Sonia thought he was talking about the show, so she nodded and said, "Ordinary people wouldn't be able to pull off such a bold collision of colors."

There’s a glittery air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror—some kind of unicorn with sunglasses—and Elias has to shove an empty energy drink can off the passenger seat before he can sit. “This car is chaos,” he mutters. “Controlled chaos,” Sonia corrects, starting the engine. “She’s been through more than all of us combined.” Out the front window, we see Alpha Dimitri getting into a sleek black SUV that looks like it came straight out of a spy film. The contrast is ridiculous. I raise a brow. “Why does he look like he’s about to negotiate a weapons treaty?” I mumble. Sonia snickers and puts the Jeep in drive.

How could Selena accept this? “It was impossible for me to see clearly. I only saw a row of bright red Ferraris and Porches. They lined up in a row, turned on their headlights and it was too dazzling. There were a dozen people!” Fiona looked at Fane before continuing, “Fane, this is too much. Other than that rich woman, who else could this be? You really have no shame!”

Her smile was calm, but her eyes, sharp as flint, scanned the room, lingering on Elara's pale, newly determined face and the space where I hovered. The serpent ring gleamed dully on her finger. "I thought you might need something to calm your nerves, darling," she said, her voice sweet as poisoned honey. "You look... resolved." The game had just become infinitely more dangerous.

"Now." I needed to get this over with as soon as possible. Minutes passed and then, I heard the clicking of heels against the marble floor. Everyone turned toward the grand staircase. And then I saw Sonia as she descended the stairs slowly, her wedding gown flowing like liquid silver. The off-shoulder dress hugged her slender frame, the delicate lace shimmering under the golden lights. Her long dark hair was pinned in an elegant updo, a few loose strands framing her striking face. She was breathtaking... flawless in every way.

Sonia would tsk while bustling around Gianna's kitchenette like a mother hen. Her fingers danced absentmindedly over the sequins of a particular dress whilst staring at the price tag that would've given her old self a heart attack, when Sonia thrust a slinky red number at her. “Ooh, try this one.” Gianna eyed the daring dip of its neckline skeptically. "Isn't it a bit much?" “Nothing's too much.” A saleswoman materialized beside them. “Mrs. Caldwell, we have a private fitting room prepared for you. Right this way, please.”

Six Month Later In a quiet dressing room just off the hall, Hazel stood before a full-length mirror, her gown catching the morning sunlight, draped in a breathtaking wedding gown crafted by a renowned designer. The fitted bodice, intricately embroidered with delicate silver threads, highlighted her figure, while the flowing train shimmered like a moonlit lake. Sully fluffed Hazel's veil, her smile brimming with excitement. “You look stunning,” Sully whispered. “Damon’s going to lose his mind.”

One only the she-wolf who belongs to him can smell, but with the rune dulling all my senses, all I catch is the scent of cologne. I can feel the loss deep down in my chest. I ache to experience in every way a she-wolf should be able to experience her mate "I confess," Noah says, leaning back and giving me a wry look. "I’m always slightly amused by these charity galas. Everyone tries to out-flash the other. You’ll see the entrance lined with bright red Ferraris and obscenely loud Lamborghinis." "And you arrived in a Bentley," I observe. He gives me a knowing smile as the car pulls away with a silent glide. "Exactly. Do you know why?”

“Aren't you used to getting out of the palace through secret passages and never getting caught? I can't understand why your father, His Majesty King Axton, forbade you to leave the palace. Even when you're a teenager you're still locked up like when you were a kid.” "I don't know, I just feel I have to go back immediately if I don't want to get into trouble," explained Alessandro then got up and left the lake. From a distance, the husband and wife turned out to be listening to what they were talking about. And the fact that the young man was the son of King Axton made Marion think that maybe the young man was the son of the king of Queen Helena. Because the Dazzle family's face is very disti