Yvonne Miller Novels & Stories

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

Yvonne laughed mockingly and said, “What’s wrong, Madam Miller? Feeling ashamed and angry now? Why do you pretend to be rich when you can’t afford the price that I asked?” “Yvonne Yates, don’t act so arrogant when I’m giving you a chance to walk away with your head up. You should be grateful that I didn’t ask you to take responsibility for Fiona’s miscarriage in the past years. If you don’t listen to me now, you only have yourself to blame for what happens next!” “Oh? I’m interested to see what you will do, Madam Miller. You wouldn’t be thinking of branding your future daughter-in-law as a mistress, would you? A secretary’s precious daughter being a homewrecker would make interesting headlin

"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.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

The room was adorned with subtle, tasteful artwork, and the air was scented with hints of lavender and vanilla, fostering a tranquil ambiance. A fake crackling fireplace cast a warm glow, enhancing the room's cozy allure. The trio surrounded a table sharing a drink with Donovan and Ronald playing draft. She sat quietly, toying with her phone while listening to the soft ambient music emanating from the speakers. "So, I'm glad you're running for SUG president. That's the way to go. I was president in my time." Donovan smiled. "I know. You won via intimidation." "Survival of the fittest, son. And I am advising you do thesame."

With that, she quickly got out of the car and headed into the café. Yvonne, an 18-year-old young woman who Millie had taken in from the orphanage, was a ray of sunshine at M Base. She was smart and a great help to everyone. Marvin got up from the back seat and yawned. "Boss, you really know how to outsmart them!" "I don't even know who this person is, yet they insisted I come in person. Of course, I had to be cautious," Millie replied with a snort.

She curiously opened the notification because it indicated a not-so-familiar name to her. Ellen Rodriguez: She's Yvette Martinez, my fashion designer employee. She's not married. From what I've read about her applications years ago, her parents died and she's only living alone. She's single and she looked a lot like your friend. Isn't she Yvette? Here are her pictures. It looked formal but that's her. The company's leading fashion designer of Merrer. Trisha's eyes slowly narrowed when she clicked the photo and it looked exactly like Yvonne—the intimidating and snob version of herself which is the Yvonne she likes.

All then seemed to have evaporated into a black hole before my heart pumped me awake. Until then, before I knew it, I'm living the years of my life as the Luna of the Werewolves whole empire, Lumina, only by becoming the Alpha King's wedded wife- a title I'm most shameful of having. But I know that there's still more than what the eyes see. ***** "The letters have arrived, my lady." "What type?" Claude looked at me in confusion while I busied myself completing the reports from the border lands. "What do you mean what type? Are you expecting any other letters except for invitations and requests for an audience?"

I open my laptop and I see it's a message from Danielle, a song - Between Us, by Little Mix. I listen to the song and all I can do is remember Nina, we sang this song in our condo, in Providence about two years ago. We all attended the same University, Fiona was in NYU for a while before she joined us. I met Nina few months to my twentieth birthday, and I immediately adored her, she was beautiful, snarky, kind, smart, she loved what she did and she loved her body, we were opposites and we were perfect, I thought I found my person, I really did, she was my bestfriend until she wasn't, now the memory of us dancing in my room to Little mix is tainted by the person she became.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.