Wesley Wyndam Pryce 소설 & 이야기

But fate had a way of testing your pride right when you least expected it. The second I turned the corner, I saw her, Lysandra. Standing by the reception area, speaking to one of the interns like she owned the building. Her perfectly manicured fingers trailed lazily along the glass surface of the desk, and the second she spotted me, her lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Jenny, the girl Wade loved, didn't want to give any babies she would have in the future away, so with Riley’s consent Wade left us last year. I miss him. “Thanks,” I half smiled at Wyatt. Wyatt hands me the small red box with a purple ribbon tied around it. I know what’s in the box the same as every year since I was nine: a charm for my bracelet. The Lycan Prince brought me when I was a toddler and never looked back. No calls, no visits, nothing but a charm once a year. “Why aren’t you at your party?” Wyatt asks, leaning on elbow on the bed.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

Adrian has informed her that Dexter requested her presence in the main hall at exactly eight. She was just about to take the turn when someone crashed into her and she fell back on her ass as her crutches fell to her sides making a noise. She winced and shifted her weight on her hands before looking up at the culprit only to find a young man dressed in royalty standing over her. He was tall and had some resemblance to the Princess she saw two days ago. "What the f*ck!" He barked looking down at her coldly. She lowered her eyes and got up with difficulty with the help of her crutches.

Bellamy pleaded. " I could convince into giving me the records of the people in this town. Maybe we'll find something there. “ He said after minutes of silence and they both exhaled. " Thank you. “ .. Very deep in the forest, a huge mansion stood in the middle. It was fenced in a way no one could get in easily. Ireas owned by Alicent and her husband. They usually go there when they had to plan important business deals, magic. “ Our son was right, Bellamy is really interesting and special." Alicent said as she sipped her wine.

"At least she did get what she wanted. Even if she denied mine." Pristine gave a light laugh, her fingers drumming on the screen of her phone before she set it aside. "Of course she rejected it. She doesn't need your money, Alexender. Have you seen around her? She's got Damien, and now Kyle, swarming all over her." I frowned. The name rang a bell. "Kyle?" Pristine smirked in amusement. "I thought you'd know. He's the hotel magnate. He had her flown in on a private helicopter. Very nice of him, don't you think?"

All three Princes stood at the doorway to the bathroom, hungry eyes devouring her. "What the hell are you doing in here?!" Bailey flung the wet cloth at them, catching Jayce in the chest. The rag splatted against his shirt and he smirked down at her. "Looks like I'm already wet, guess I don't need this." He reached toward the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. Bailey dragged her eyes down the planes of his chest, his stomach muscles taut. His pale skin was covered in a dusting of sun spots, and her mouth watered.

"That’s why I’m here. I’m finally free from you and Lucy. I’ve called off the engagement. Enjoy yourself in prison, and I hope you die a sad life." His chuckle matched mine, but there was a coldness to it. "Whether you like it or not, I made you a powerful man. You own Twinkle Company, Wesley Corporation, and ZeeTech. You are my legacy. The Wesleys will go down as business gods. I nodded, almost as if I agreed. "I knew you’d say that." I leaned forward, my voice dropping. "But you’re wrong. I’m not your legacy. I’m dropping your name and taking my mother’s. From now on, I’m Damon Ainsworth." I paused, letting the words sink in, watching the shock ripple across his face.

I'm dripping sweat as I merge off the highway and roll both front windows down. Air thrummed through the cab, giving my senses some relief from the empty silence as I followed the exit ramp to the traffic light. On the green, I take a left and hear, "Your destination is on the left." Room 444 is where I find the self-proclaimed 'wolf doctor' himself, aka Paul Wayne. Before I knock on the green door, he opens it; his bulging eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses look me up and down, and he hurried me inside.

A publishing company had agreed to publish my story, ``The wolf Prince" and it had also gotten enough attention online. The papers with me dropped to the floor and soon enough, the spring air blew it away and I had to stand up from my seat to get it. Once I bent, another hand beat me to it and picked up my paper. "Thank…." I began as I raised my head but stopped because I couldn't continue. Hunter Webster was standing in front of me, hale and hearty. He was wearing a suit and he looked so mature and dapper in it. His eyes widened in recognition and that made my finger shake in terror.