Yin Yu Novels & Stories

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

An old man on the vintage chair with a newspaper in hand replied. A woman wearing a huge smile on her face, probably older than Westley stood up. “Audene, I thought you’re busy.” The thick southern accent in her tongue was palpable. She bounced her eyes from me, then back to Westley. “Hello, I’m Clyve.” I held out my hand. “You must be new here, darlin’. I’m Xena.” She shook my hand, then looked at Westley who looked at her with disinterest. It was her way of telling her to shut up because I was not her type.

-I do not understand what it says, I checked the staff papers before arriving and there is nothing out of what you asked- -So what have I got before me?- He noticed the petite, slim woman with crystalline golden eyes and an ordinary face framed in short, shiny dark hair. Leo studied the woman for a few seconds and found nothing strange. He recognized it, remembering the image in his file. Silver Miller, Head of Design Department, 23, Beta. Just in case he checked her neck and found nothing but a thin, unadorned gold chain. Not even the characteristic protective necklace of omegas and even less the trace of a supposed brand.

I looked at the Alpha and frowned. "So which name are we supposed to call you, Alpha?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Layton. Arachne is the only one who can call me Henry." I nodded with a frown when he said Arachne. The womans name was Emiko, unless she also went by Arachne. "So are you attending the festival, Gamma Channing?" "I am the Moon Oracle, and I hate that festival." I growled at him as I stepped back. "I must be going."

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

The pitch at the Horizon Center had gone off without a single hitch, almost entirely due to Chase’s utterly shameless silver tongue. When it came to closing a deal, the guy could charm the spots off a leopard, a trait he frequently used to butter up wealthy donors. Lonely, old female donors, to be precise. The woman holding the purse strings for the foundation was Sandy Christian, a powerful but decidedly susceptible woman in her late fifties, wearing a white Chanel suit and a mountain of diamonds.

Selena was already turning the corner. Yin looked down at his perfectly pressed designer suit woven by the gods themselves, then up at the fluorescent ceiling lights, as if they too should be ashamed of what just occurred. “Did she not see me and my godly beauty?” Yin whispered behind his clenched fingers, scandalized. “Has humanity gone blind?!” Yin made a wounded noise, but before he could chase after Selena to deliver a monologue on what she just missed, his phone buzzed. The screen read: 🌬️ SHU: THE WIND GOD WITH DADDY ISSUES

Who's this man-eating woman who replaced her? "No, not that... I mean, Uncle is right that Little Yin is alive. Although she is not breathing, her life force is intact. There's a coldness inside her body that my qi could not dispel," Ye Hua said after pressing a finger on Yin's Shen Men acupoint. "The coldness is... innate."

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

“To your pack? No. I won’t be an outcast again. I won’t be the weak one, the stranger.” “You will be neither,” he said. There was no room for debate in his voice. “You are my destined mate. The marking on you attests to it. You are carrying the future Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack. And you shall be their Luna. You shall be respected. And you shall be deeply feared by all your subjects and even others. Fated Mate. The words echoed in my soul. Nyx, my Inner Wolf howled, not in sorrow, but in a feeling that victory was near. She had known all along.