Stella Henry 소설 & 이야기

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

I pull the phone away from my ear, opening the text with a sense of dread that proves immediately justified. A video file. Five seconds long. I press play. The footage is dark, grainy, but clear enough. Stella. Bound with ropes, her face pale, and eyes wide with fear. She's in some kind of warehouse—concrete walls, exposed pipes visible in the background. A hand enters the frame, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at the camera. Then the video cuts to black. "Recognize her?" Hank asks, his voice almost cheerful. "Pretty little thing. Smells like she's in heat too. My men were very excited about that discovery."

It stung, yeah, but I got it—Stella had moved on. I mean, who wants to think about the ex who died in a car crash? The ceremony kicked off fast. Stella stood there clutching her bouquet, facing Harvey, who looked at her like she was the only girl in the universe. "Harvey Arden, do you take this beautiful woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" He didn't hesitate. Eyes locked on her, voice clear—"I do."

I asked quietly, holding back the slight unease in my chest. Henry took a deep breath before answering. “He went to the police station. They have found Stella.” My eyes widened at the news. "What? Has Stella been found?" My heart beats faster. Feelings of fear and relief mixed inside me. Henry nodded. "Yes. Currently Ash is taking care of the problem. It was attempted murder, kidnapping and extortion. Stella will get the punishment she deserves for what she did to you and your children." I was silent, trying to digest Henry's words. Kidnapping... attempted murder? It all sounded so heavy, so terrible. How could someone who was once close to me, be able to plan such a cruel thing? I closed my

, Henry requested with his pleading eyes. "Good. Now you may leave and please send Stella with my black coffee.", Damion ordered and again engrossed himself in his laptop. "Sorry to disturb you Boss. But who is Stella now?", Henry asked scratching his head in confusion. "Ahh... My personal secretary. Her desk was right in front of my cabin. Or you can just go out or call her name. She herself will stand up and comes to you.", Damion tried to explain and thankfully this time without asking any further questions Henry left from there.

Instead, he used this method to greet them. Stella felt more and more that her life was like a wonderful drama. What kind of director could film such a drama? What kind of screenwriter could write such a magical story? Stella felt that she was an actress at the mercy of others. She was tired and didn't want to act anymore. She wanted to finish the show as soon as possible. "Why are there hyacinths again?" RK was also very curious. Who was that person? Why did that person send that message so many times? What did they mean? Why did that person keep sending hyacinths?

Mary Redferne As I followed my sister back to her bridal suite, and knocked on it, Clara didn’t open the door at first, but when I threatened to knock it down, she begrudgingly opened it. I felt bad as I saw her beautiful makeup turned into a puddle of tears that streaked down her face, her makeup still running as she cried her heart out.

I then realized I was still holding Clara's hand and dropped it as if I'd touched a live wire. "Thanks for having my back today." Her face looked flushed. Maybe I was imagining it, but I'd never seen her blush like that before. "Don't mention it. Consider it practice for building our working chemistry." I'd always thought of her as just a good friend. But watching her smile at me today, so bright and genuine, my heart raced in a way I couldn't quite explain. Clara gave me an apologetic look and said, "Actually, the moment you told me about Winona and Julian, I knew it was a scam. He had a reputation in the international student community abroad, and everyone knew what he was up to.

"How do you know that?" I exhaled, feeling a chill creep up my spine. "I don’t know." My voice was quiet, uncertain. "That night, I had a dream. A vision of a woman with platinum blonde hair and vibrant crimson eyes. She was tied up, and people were screaming at her, calling her names…" Hades sat down across from me, his gaze locked onto mine. The usual cool confidence in his eyes was replaced by something else—something more guarded. Placing an egg onto my plate, he exhaled slowly. "Stella was a hybrid—a witch and a vampire. She was raised in a vampire household but never denied her other side. When her family found out, they crucified her for it."

Stella answered, and Theo didn’t say anything. After a couple of days, Stella was busy preparing for her wedding. She was in the mansion to talk about some details for her wedding, “Nice to see you here, young lady!” Alpha Raven greeted her. “When will the designer come here?” Stella asked their Alpha, “She will be here at any moment.” Alpha Raven answered, and Stella nodded her head. “Oh! I sent someone to get your desired flowers!” Alpha Raven said before leaving.