W Names Novels & Stories

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

This makes me feel his presence even if he is not there with me, passing some powerful energy. I guess my hairline was made for him to put this only, because that makes me complete by entitling me as "Dia Karan Kundra". The Dia I used to see before was a weakling from inside but managed to be a strong pillar in business though she wasn't in her life. But this Dia, she seems strong from inside and outside, roaring loud to the world throwing challenges toward her. She isn't a weakling anymore and this is only because of his name getting together with mine.

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

“But more than that. It’s about embracing who you are—all of you. Your instincts, your courage, your fear, your mistakes. Being a Guardian doesn’t mean being invincible. It means being aware. Being present. Being… W.I.L.D.” Serenya blinked. “W.I.L.D.? Isn’t that just… wild? Like untamed? Crazy?” Cheyenne chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Most people think that, yeah. But for Guardians, it’s so much more than that. Each letter stands for something you have to embody. Something that shapes how you protect, how you fight, how you survive.” Serenya’s brow furrowed. “Okay… I’m listening.”