The Henna Artist Trilogy Novels & Stories

She sighed, looking at the huge building which housed several sick, malnourished,sex starved changelings. In as much as she loves her job as a doctor,she feared she'd be set up one day and probably end up as dust like her father. Funny enough,this is the only place where she feels comfortable and happy. Tho Henna doesn't transform,she came from a descendants of a changeling called the 'Cheetah'. Henna's parents are the alpha and Luna of their clan and they strongly believe Karen wasn't responsible for her sisters death.

"I am really curious" "Haven't you heard that curiousity kills the cat?". asked emma."am telling you nothing". said emma. Ben tried to make a cute face but she brushed him off."go away". ********** "So you mean to tell me that you were unable to finish the task?".a deep male voice says. He was seated cross leggedly with confidence all over him.he had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat on his chiseled jaw. He walked with a tiger like tread and his nomad-blue eyes twinkled.

Higgins boasted his ability, in retrospect of what he had accomplished with it. "But you can't do any of that now, can you? You abandoned your art a long time ago. The Necromancer in you is all but a washed up, newly turned werewolf." Rayla harnessed the rage within him, forcing him to tighten his fist and envision a mirage where he would knock her to her knees yet he comported himself. Higgins drew a sigh of relief to calm the spiteful aura inside him, "As much as I hate to reveal my being wrong the third time now, what do you want from me." Higgins had now become filled with compassion, or at least no other option.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

“Thank you, though.” “Ah, perhaps I should have started with how many husbands you have. I apologize, my Lady.” He replied before offering a wry grin. “I thought you were much too young to have over one.” “I have three, actually. The WereAlpha, Zion, my Harlequin, Silas, and my Dragon Prince, Gunther.” Catherine smiled a little before a sad sigh parted her lips. “And they are extremely overprotective.” “I take it you enjoy your freedom?” Brucie ventured with a sly grin. “You feel as though they clipped your wings?”

I glance one more time to his photo and grinned myself and walk from the bed to go washroom. After shower I changed into sea green lehnga. Kshama helped me to get ready and after that she take me to downstairs to apply henna on my hand. It took two hours to apply henna on my both hands and legs. Henna artist also write Siddharth name in a hidden way that it hard to find his name in it. I looked infront of me where ladies are dancing on ritual songs. Shivani di pull Arushi and Shikha babhi's hand and dance with them. Tai ji, chachi ji and mummy are also dancing along with Riya di.

I wasn’t about to hold it against her, though. We all went to Henna’s house, where her mother welcomed us and insisted we join them for a meal. Laughter and noise filled their home while the Henna’s mother, an attractive, but motherly woman in her mid-fifties, bustled about the kitchen. Henna had three older brothers, all dark-haired like her and extremely attractive. I noticed one brother, probably the younger one, seemed interested in young Marci, although she seemed totally oblivious. Poor guy.

Jenny asked as she dropped her handbag on the couch. “It's because of that damned Sophia!……. She just wouldn't let me have the things I want in peace!” Henna lamented angrily. “Then get the hell up and get back the things you want Henna, you're not really going to sit around and let her have it all, are you?” Jenny incited. “I have set all kinds of traps I can think of for her but I don't know how she ends up evading them all….” Henna lamented again.

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

He almost stepped forward but then hesitated. I got into the car without another glance. Wealth, however great, was fleeting without true competence. I recognized that the beggar was Daniel. But so what? We were strangers now.