Yuliy Sirius Novels & Stories

"Yes. I already told you about her. That Tristan, Alicia, Cyrene and I have been friends since we were kids and that she is my sister." Suddenly, a blurry image attacked my head making me feel dizzy. Two people are talking and I could barely hear them talk. It was us. Cyrus and I. We indeed talked about his relationship with the rest. And she was here last night, Tristan and that guy. "Are you alright?" He asked, concerned. I nodded my head yes. "By the way, who was that guy Tristan and Cyrene were with last night?" He turned to look at me and smiled. "His name is Andy, the guy I told you about at the company. He just didn't make it that day since I asked him to do something for me."

"Do you intend for her to replace your mate, Leah?" "I think the question we should be asking here is, who is your fated mate?" The fifth elder blurted again, his gaze never leaving mine. I recognized him immediately. He was Leah's father, and the only newly elected elder. He was the hot-blooded one amongst the elders. Maybe I'd start with him for my reparations. "Nikolai," he stood from his high exalted chair, as if taunting me. "Who is your fated mate?"

Even when she returned to the mansion, Ashley was still covered with the same thoughts. She tried to get rid of her friend's whispers in class earlier. But she can't. How come? Sirius Brown is a very handsome young man, a body that men covet and women to enjoy, extraordinarily rich, has great power, in fact he is one of the people behind the scenes in this country. Of course he must have met a lot of women. Whatever the type is, Sirius has met all of them. Ashley also knew about Sirius' work. Not a few of his men were women. In addition, there are more than three big nightclubs owned by his stepbrother. Of course Sirius's association was far above Ashley's.

Though the Monroe family was vast, he'd fought tooth and nail for his position as the manager of the Monroe Pavilion. Enduring the harsh relentless training for years, only he could truly understand the extent of his sacrifices. He never thought that years of hard work would be lost in an instant! Hatred and helplessness war within him, but all he could do was slink away in shame. Sirius had already seen a photo of Frederick at the family head's place, which is why he recognized him immediately. He rushed forward. "Greetings, Mr. York. I'm Sirius. Please accept my apologies for this… unfortunate incident with a wayward member of our family."

Maeve continued, “After the concert, I’ll get Yulian to help out and resolve this issue for you.” Light sparkled in Zayn’s eyes. This Yulian that Maeve had mentioned, full name Yulian Quintus, was the heir to a super-elite family in the southern region, and he was also Maeve’s boyfriend. There was nothing he, Yulian Quintus, could not take care of in the entire southern region. Zayn had been throwing a tantrum so that he could hear these words from Maeve. Since Maeve had now promised him, Zayn stopped making a fuss.

She sighed leaning against the wall. “ as stupid and reckless it might sound sir, she has a point. The element of surprise is kind of all we have right now. He won’t be expecting us to hand her over just like that” he snapped his fingers. Ryan has a point but it’s just way too reckless, he’s an alpha he could see right through her in no time. But I can’t seem to even figure her out so i don’t know maybe it is our only shot.

Captain Logan said. “Good morning Chief Vincent and Captain Logan, I came here to thank both of you for repairing my Buster Sword. Words cannot express how much grateful I am.” Jin replied. [Captain Logan, a tall, brown-skinned, bald, muscular and bearded man, who is the assigned Captain of the Salvaging Division, he is also the only student of Commander Rick.] “How was your sleep young fella? Did you eat already?” Chief Vincent asked Jin.

“I can’t imagine staying away from David for the better part of a year, every year.” “Speaking of…” Selene says, pointing her fork at my father, “David owes me a personal apology. Your husband,” she says to my mother, “has borrowed mine for seventeen years and the going rate for that kind of long-term loan should include at minimum a villa in Sardinia.” “You have a villa in Sardinia,” my father says. “A nicer one, then.” “You have the nicest one available in that region.” “Then freaking build another one… I don’t know. You’re a freaking billionaire, figure it out.” She waves her fork around as she says it. “I swear a mistress would probably demand less attention than this job does.”