Virginia Woolfe Novels & Stories

The air in the Basin was humid, smelling of damp earth and predators. Ivy arrived early with Noah. It was April, the moon was transitioning, and the heat was rising. She wore a slim yellow dress that caught the dappled sunlight, her dark hair falling to her waist like silk. She didn't need jewels. She stood there, and the other she-wolves simply faded. “Look at her,” someone hissed from the Copywriting pack. “Fallen socialite or not, she’s still a Mercer. She thinks she’s too good for the dirt.”

"What else is there? I wanted to be my father. When the old Alpha was hunted down, I wanted blood. I was too young to see the chains, but I didn't care. I’ve never looked back." "No regrets? For the lives you’ve... ended?" "No one I put down was innocent." Mateo’s stare was level. Lethal. What about Sofia? Victor wanted to scream. Was she guilty? But the air was cut off by a shadow falling over the table. "Mateo?" An elegant woman stood there, her dress shimmering like silver fur. Olivia Bennett. She looked like she’d seen a specter. "You always hated the vintage menus here," she said, her voice trembling.

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

"I’ve spent forty years building the Wolfe name into a fortress. I didn’t do it so you could hand the keys to a girl whose father couldn't even manage a checkbook." I felt the familiar heat of anger rising in my chest, but this time, it was different. I wasn't the girl who had been dumped by Daniel anymore. I was the woman who had just saved a billion-dollar empire. I stepped forward, matching Martha’s gaze. "Mr. Wolfe’s checkbook seems to be doing just fine, Martha. Especially since I was the one who kept it out of Julian Vane’s hands this morning." Martha’s eyes narrowed. A small, dangerous smile touched her lips.

Alicia knew she couldn’t leak the sex tape, not yet. She hadn’t had enough fun to herself. She would begin with some preliminary threats and pricks of needle-pin starting with his mom, her first strike. Vivienne Wolfe—ash-haired and elegant, Vivienne Wolfe who cared so much about her fancy reputation and legacy, was one to be taken advantage of. She would expose Zara, drop some bombs like a flying bomber jet, strafing low to rain grenades here and there.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage but I didn’t mind it right now. I’ve been communicating with my fiancé for a long time now over letters.

Said the son of a bitch, separating her from me to hug her. And well he was right, the damned woman had worn a white button-down sleeveless blouse, a turquoise skirt, and not too high black heels, her brown hair falling in waves down her back. Beautiful was too short for her. “Thanks Daniel.” She replied somewhat uncomfortable because of the hug, but still answering it “But if you’re here, who is watching the party?” He laughed as if he had heard the best joke ever.

“Queen Luna, I did not expect you to come today.” The woman’s voice sounded almost like a growl towards Olivia. Olivia swallowed her comments and leaned into her mate and husband as they continued to walk to the front of the office. “The Alpha King invited me to join him. I did not get your name. Who might you be?” Olivia said with a smile on her face. The woman looked shock by Olivia’s comment. “My name is Virginia. I am the secretary for the White House between the President and the Alpha King.” Olivia looked at the woman’s attire. It was somewhat appropriate for a secretary of this high a statue to dress in a tight skirt that barely touched her knees and a white top that showed hints of h

I managed to say amidst my laughter. "What I mean is that you could be Fermina Daza to someone and it won't be a misunderstanding." He said and i smiled. "Fermina Daza?" I asked. "She's an heroine from a old book." He said. "To him, she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he.. By the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirrred by the signs of her veils..