Wesley Wyndam Pryce Novels & Stories

“Let’s not be late. Sir Henry’s got the trunk open.” Right. Sir Henry, our long-suffering butler, chauffeur, funeral director, and—let’s be honest—the only living creature in this house who genuinely liked me. I was fairly certain he kept a soft spot for me under that stiff coat of his. Or maybe it was just pity. Hard to tell, given his face hadn’t changed expressions since I was nine. I dropped a pair of ink-stained gloves into the suitcase. Then a journal. Then my favorite fountain pen—concealed in the pocket of a cardigan, lest anyone confiscate it for being “too expressive,” like my mother had my sketch charcoal and my annotated copy of Macbeth.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

" The air went dead silent. Vanessa and Ryan both turned pale, trembling in fear. She took a step forward, seemingly still trying to argue. But the next second- Wham. My father furiously threw the documents at Vanessa, his voice cold to the bone. "Ms. Sloane, how much longer do you intend to lie?" Then he walked to the raffle box and picked up the slips of paper from the table. Prize one: Evan Russell's $300,000 year-end bonus. Prize two: Evan Russell's vice president position. Prize three: a public three-minute French kiss with CEO Vanessa Sloane. ... Crack.

Fair enough. “Let’s start from the beginning,” he says. He reaches out to take my hand, and this time I let him. Our hands spark as soon as he touches me. Shelby is ecstatic and ready to take on the she-wolf, whoever she is. “My name is Alpha Colby Smith, Alpha to the Silver Crescent Pack” he says. Whoa. Silver Crescent is the largest Pack in the Country. They border on royalty with their size and power. Packs defer to them to resolve conflicts. He’s among the toughest Alphas and many fear him. His punishments are swift.

I ask, shifting far enough to free my hair from his hand. “Someone needs to take responsibility for what that asshole did to my hand.” Wesley smiles and waves his bandaged hand cheerfully as if the total destruction of the appendage wasn’t the result of a brutal assault. “It’s almost healed, but my poor pride. I simply can’t walk away without something of value.” Something of value. The words bring a scowl to my face, deepening his poisonous smile and brightening the psychotic look in his eyes. “You’re so much more animated now, Pride. It looks good on you,” he chuckles, standing tall over me. “I prefer you like this. The whimpering, begging, and crawling at my feet was nice, but this suits

Chad clutched his chest in pain, blood from his hands and chest dripping onto the pavement. "Your Highness, please forgive me." Chad saw his muscular body, along with the cold temperament of the emperor, he was afraid, and ran for his life and death into the nearby forest. Douglas turned to Lily: "Are you okay?" "No problem." Lily brushed his concerned arm over one of the slightly scratched arms. From the tavern, the wolf prince quickly walked over to Lily. He didn't come to save her in time, but he also didn't want the prince to come near her.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Gwyneth replied, subtly flexing her wrist, feeling her dormant muscles awaken as if anticipating a potential need for action. Immersed in his fantasies, Wesley did not notice the impending danger and continued to speak. "I have this strong premonition that your former hubby might actually become a real hubby after a while." The moment Wesley finished speaking, he felt a chilling wind approaching. By the time he realized it, it was too late. "Ah, boss, I was wrong; please forgive me!" Wesley cried, covering his head as Gwyneth's blows rained down on him like a hailstorm, a look of misery on his face.

Prisca, on the other hand, was the only person who knew Sebastian better than anybody else. Prisca had worked in Sebastian's home for over two decades. Her tale with Sebastian began when Sebastian was just a boy, when tragedy struck an affluent Wayne family in Chesterfield bustling metropolis. The parents, well-known benefactors and business moguls, died far too young, leaving behind their young son, Sebastian. It was a devastating blow that shattered the foundations of the many co operations, and sent shockwaves through many people's hearts.

The building's grandeur never failed to impress me - a testament to our foundation's impact and influence. The Pryce Foundation Headquarters is a striking and iconic building located in the heart of downtown Los Angeles. Standing 15 stories tall, the building commands attention with its sleek, modern design and impressive scale. The exterior is clad in gleaming glass and brushed steel, creating a striking contrast against the surrounding older architecture. I stuffed my left hand into my pocket and walked towards the entrance, my footsteps echoing off the marble floors. “Good morning, Mr. Pryce,” Lexi James, my capable secretary, greeted with a bright smile. Her working tablet firmly clutche