Novel & Cerita The Rival Maisey Yates

The floor felt like it had opened up beneath me. His voice cut through the room like a cold blade, each of the words filled with venom "I Reject Rachael Snyder as my Mate. She is just an outcast who no one wants, so why should I be the one to be mated to such an unfortunate being.", Mike growled, stepping off the stage to meet the gaze of everyone present. "Don't be fooled by the name sir. She is an original, that's what the moon goddess told me.", Sari urged him to revoke his sentence but he didn't care any more about it.

How else could they have matched TIG’s designs? Inside The Marquis Room, guests were still arriving. Yates appeared quietly, wearing a cap and mask. He came with Abel, who had convinced him to get out of the house for a change of pace. Though Yates didn’t look completely defeated, the recent scandal still weighed on him. If it weren’t for Abel, he wouldn’t have shown up. When he saw Caitlin, he handed her a bouquet. “Caitlin, congratulations.” Abel also smiled and extended his well-wishes. “Congrats on TIG’s big success.”

“Y-yeah… just… getting dressed. I’ll be down in a minute.” “You sound weird. You sure you’re alone? Your voice is all breathy.” Nathan pushed two fingers inside me, curled them against that spot, and kept licking me relentlessly. “I’m fine,” I choked out. “Just… stretching. Yoga. You know.” Mia snorted. “Yoga my ass. You’re probably still drunk. Hurry up, food’s getting cold.” I ended the call before I moaned into the phone. Dropped it and grabbed Nathan’s hair harder. “You’re fucking evil.”

One of the women next to Klay spoke up, drawing my attention as I settled into my chair. She was wearing a form-fitting hazel dress that hugged her curves and accentuated her slim figure, with a stunning diamond necklace circling her neck. She had sharp, angular features and chin-length black hair styled in a sleek bob. Something about her seemed vaguely familiar but my memory failed me at the moment. "It's Maisie, actually," I corrected politely. "Maisie Smith." "Well, Maisie then," the woman continued, undeterred. "I was just telling Felix here how impressed I am with the impeccable event planning and execution tonight. You've really outdone yourself."

He was dressed neatly, his manner composed, and he carried himself like someone accustomed to being received without delay. "Miss Myers," he said. "I'm here to discuss a possible acquisition." Selena looked at him with curiosity, how did he know her maiden name? She had changed that name when she began leaving with the knights ten plus years ago. So no one knew her as Myers. But she let it slide. Selena rose, professional instinct taking over. There was something about his face that tugged at her memory, though she couldn't place it. The man offered his hand. "Nathan Myers."

“Your little ex-boyfriend is still playing hero.” “Maisie, I’m not fucking asking again. Let her go.” But instead of listening, she laughs softly. “Even after she two-timed you with your own teammate?” Her eyes flick toward me, filled with open contempt. “God, you really did pick a winner, Ty. She’s got you defending her even after she fucked Miles behind your back.” “Shut the fuck up.” Tyson’s voice drops, but Maisie only seems more entertained. “What?” she asks innocently. “Am I lying?”

"No, I'm the team's medical representative. That's all. Nothing more than that." And then I looked up at the entrance, and there was Zayne, standing at the top of the steps in a perfect black suit with Mia on his arm in silver, both of them smiling like they owned the whole night. Mia saw her sister and leaned in to say something in Zayne's ear, and he laughed, and they both looked down at Maeve standing there in her plain black dress next to me, and something inside me snapped clean in half. I wrapped my arm around Maeve's waist and pulled her against my side. She was warm and stiff with surprise, and she fit there like she'd been made for it.

What a woman. We downed the shots immediately and ordered for a refill which he brought again, his eyes all over Rhea. After downing them, we decided to dance. We headed for the dance floor that was filled with sweaty bodies. Just then, Hot girl summer by Megan Thee Stallion came on. Trinity and Rhea screamed in excitement, dancing along to the beat. I followed them as they pulled me deeper into the dance floor, creating a circle for us. We danced to the song, moving our bodies to the rhythm and shaking our asses.

Please stop commenting if you’re not sincere’ one of Anne Yates’ fan tagged her again. Before everyone can move on, MissCattleyBloom commented again. ‘@AnneYates, can you control your minions?’ she followed by a laughing emoji. Clearly looking down on the online users. When the MissCattleyBloom unabashedly tagged Anne Yates, the netizens were shocked. Is it possible that the two knew each other? If so, what is their relationship? ‘@MissCattleyBloom, go on. I’m enjoying my popcorn’ Anne Yates quickly commented out.

"Precious Tatum and Layla are a tie.. you know what this means.. They have to battle it up on the stage. Layla and I looked at each other shocked. I mean seconds ago we were partners and now we suddenly have to battle for the final spot.. this was shitty I tell you. I looked on my left and saw Meagan. I mouthed an "I'm sorry.." She smiled and mouthed, "it's okay..." Wendy cleared her throat, "Ohh twist of things guys.. Meagan, the teacher's assistant from the USA is actually going to pick the winner here."