Yani Martelly Novels & Stories

“You always had it in you to do your part, and I believe that I am the only person that you have spared despite that duty.” I stared at her for a long moment, searching for mockery, manipulation, anything. There was none. Just truth. Uncomfortable. Unavoidable. “You made an oath, I don’t know what it was, and I choose not to ask. Whether it is silent, loud, annoying, comforting… I don’t know, Marcel. But what I do know is that there is a woman waiting for you, to say the least in front of a crowd of people who would be waiting for you to show up.” “She is waiting for me to acknowledge her as a mate.” I said, snapping at her.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

she managed to say “Do you think I care? You do not have a say in whom you shall marry, Anaya. My house, my rules, and when I say you will get married, you will fucking get married, even if I have to drag your bloody beaten ass to that altar.” “I didn’t say I don’t want to get married, just not to him, anyone else but him. Father, please, I’m begging you,” she clasped her hands together in order to plead with him.

When his eyes fell on Frederick's family, his expression was a little unhappy, but then he turned his head to the other side, as if he didn't see them. "Grandpa." Hustin, the son of President Xenia, walked in front of Mr. Xenia with a pretty girl. "I wish you good fortune and longevity." "Good, good, good." Andrew saw Hustin, and a little smile appeared on his serious face. "Hello, Mr. Xenia, I am Millan Martel from the Martel family in the imperial capital . I am here to congratulate you on your birthday on behalf of the Martel family. I hope you will have this day every year."

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

roman retorted equally rolling his eyes. “wife?” Matias asked turning in our direction. I realized at that point that I hadn't told anyone apart from Xavier about roman proposing. “you know you can call off the engagement now that dad’s gone”. he stated so plainly that silenced fell on the four of us. We all exchanged looks. I mean we weren't even married yet, it was just an agreement. “its now your decision to make mila, noone’s forcing you”. roman tightened his grip on my hand until I let out a small wince and he released it.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“What do I have to do with whatever this position is?” “Renata Martinelli: granddaughter of the current Don and niece of the next Don of the Martinelli family, daughter of the former princess Marieta Martinelli, who disgraced the name of the family by getting involved with a soldier and getting pregnant by him. Soon after your birth, she and the soldier ran away, she was killed during the raid, but Giovanni Pellegrini managed to escape and disappeared with you for fifteen long years. He went to Brazil and joined up with some woman to take care of you.”

Nick walked out immediately, rubbing his forehead in agony and shame, he didn't have far to go, we had officers waiting on the outside for him also. I take my seat in the boss' chair, smiling, I looked around the table. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Camila Clair Camorra, I am your CEO" I say leaning back and watching their faces go from shocked to very impressed. Elijah smiles at me in adoration, he's so handsome!. But what are the odds, I'm the villain in everyone else's story except his.

The room goes silent and everyone focuses on him, “It's astonishing to have all of you here, it means you're willing to fight for your leader and we appreciate it. As you know, we're going to war tomorrow and, as such, we should be prepared, you might have been brief about what to expect, but Ashanti is going to give you guys detailed information” I walk forward and pay attention to the men and strong woman in the room, these are people willing to fight for reasons they don't even know, and I appreciate the loyalty. We're almost forty if I'm not mistaken. I look around and watch as they look at me with eager eyes, Caleb gives me a nod and I smile, “Some of you may know me, others don't, but