Novel & Cerita Tatyana Ali Young

There were more tents than I could count, each one crowded with so many young wolves each hoping for a chance to meet their mate. I looked up when I noticed several girls come over to sit in the chairs around me. They were all beautiful, much more beautiful than myself. They all looked like models straight out of a magazine, with the newest most fashionable dresses. Their hair and makeup looked to have been done by professionals. I felt so out of place. I stood to leave and get out of their way when one of the girls spoke up. ‘You are Fallon Thomas, right?” She asked. “Y-yes, how do you know my name?” I stammered nervously.

It was a 30 minutes walk but I treaked to the market. Just then, I heard someone call my name. It was Zainab. A girl of about age who's also the amira of the youth wing in our assalatu. Well, she studys gynecology in university of Abuja and she's also a 300-level-student. Zainab has similar features as I, someone could mistake us for sisters. She's one of my new friends but I call her mum since she bears my mum's name and also my sur-name.

I hear a girl say in almost a whisper it's as if she is trying to keep quiet so she won't get caught. "Chto za chert?" I say with my thick Russian accent. (what the hell?)"Who is dis?"I say I guess she is trying to think if she should continue a few seconds later she does. "It's Jaymes, Jadens little sister please tell him I need him to help me please. I know it's later but he is the only one I can call, tell him he told me that I can reach out to him anytime at my parents and brother's funeral. Well I'm reaching out now. Please." she said crying as quietly as she can now I know she is hiding and sit up my bed realizing that she might really need help.

Inside the Military base of Bhu-lok: A young woman in her early twenties was seated at a desk. Her toned physique was a testament to her discipline and athleticism, the result of countless hours spent honing her form. Her features were delicate and refined, with high cheekbones and a chiseled jawline that lent her an air of sophistication. Grisha was busy wrapping up her tasks and delegating responsibilities to her successor. In the corner of the room, Alia sat at her desk, fervently signing documents. Despite her grumpy demeanor, Alia exuded a captivating aura of sadness that demanded attention.

AMELIA’S POV After a long warm bath, I got out of the bathroom to find my suitcases waiting for me. I was about to open them to search for the outfit Riley and Miley had planned that I would wear on my first meeting with Max’s family. When I glanced up at the bed and saw an outfit laid out on it, complete with underwear. I stood, perpexled. The woman, Letty, had left me alone, so I had no one to ask.

Cut off and isolated from the general world. I looked at Tali, pointed for her to share her story. She cleared her throat. "Oh, sure, make me follow Ms. Ninja over here." She blew out a breath that disturbed her bangs. "I'm Tali. I'm an expert level Krav Maga practitioner. I recently escaped from and killed a number of the Night Terror gang in Russia. What I don't have in classic training, I make up for in sheer tenacity and stubbornness. If it needs to get done, I'll find a way to make it happen."

Arya asks purting her lips. "That's pregnancy ladies," Stella said as they began to randomly discuss. Far away, at New York airport, Aliya stood with her luggage as she waited for a taxi. Immediately, her phone began to ring, she entered the taxi while the driver helped with her luggage. " Dad" she called for Gerald's angry voice to start speaking. " what the hell are you doing in New York, Aliya?!"Gerald said for his daughter to smile. " Daddy... calm, I'm a grown-up, I was transferred to the New York branch after passing my exam. Ain't I a genius like you wanted Daddy?" Aliya asked smiling.

I am very proud of my angel. “I am not sure I like that look. Forget it angel you are mine.” I grumble. “Seriously, you are more than enough for me to handle. I can’t even imagine having two mates. I was just thinking about one of the girls that I have gotten to know here. Her name is Tia and she came here from one of the packs that the rogues destroyed. I think she was originally from a pack in Missouri or Illinois. I can’t remember which but she was the alpha’s daughter. They somehow got her out but her parents were killed. I think we relate to each other.” Aliya explains.

She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini, and her face contorts in disgust after her first sip. I chuckle, tilting my head as I observe her. She wears a sash, but due to the distance and dim lighting, I am unable to decipher its inscription. "Gelo," I utter, the name of my beta. "I desire to know the message on her sash." Gelo chuckles next to me, catching my eye. "It's her twenty-second birthday. Her sash says to buy her a drink. I've sent you, her details." My phone vibrates a moment later. I pull it out of my pocket, her username shining brightly on the screen. The temptation to ignore this perfect chance tugs at me, but I can't resist the mystery of the unknown

I reclined on the back support in a comfortable position, closed my eyes, and tried not to think about anything. I wasn't sure, but I believed I heard footsteps and felt someone approaching me. As a result, I opened my eyes to see a stunning woman clothed in a tight blue uniform with white cuffs. Her black hair was done in a perfect bun, and she spoke in a low voice. Her face was exquisite and artfully coated with cosmetics. I got the idea she was attempting to make her voice even more husky. "Hello, my name is Aliya, and I'll be serving you on the flight today. Would you like something to drink?" She flashed her extra-long lashes.