Novel & Cerita Zhou Yuan

"Are you kids having fun?" Joel asked Jesse and his friends, his mouth curved into a huge, welcoming smile. He was holding a half-filled glass of whiskey, and was so impeccably dressed. He walked towards them as the piano soloist in the drawing room played Frédéric Chopin's Nocturne No.8 in D Flat. It made his entrance really cool, sheathing his presence in a nonpareil and paragon atmosphere.

“What formality? Calling an Omega Luna now I really am impressed. How? Does your mother approve of this? Or maybe wait? She does encourage it, doesn't she? Do you know to worry about your position at all, Damon? Gesturing for something like this as you're Luna, do you not find yourself being concerned?” I stepped to the head of the table, gesturing for Sienna to stand beside me. “This company has long been under a divided shareholding system. You, Giovanni, and myself have had equal footing. But as of this morning,” I turned to Sienna and reached into my coat, pulling out the legal documents and placing them on the table, “forty-two percent of my shares have been transferred to her. Shared w

he said finally, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. Serena nodded, her throat suddenly tight. He reached into the pocket of his tunic and pulled something small from within. Gently, he unfolded his fingers to reveal a delicate pendant—a silver crescent moon intertwined with a wolf carved from obsidian, suspended from a fine chain. "For you," he said, holding it out. "A Luna's pendant. It’s tradition for the Luna to wear it... but more than that," his voice dropped lower, almost hesitant, "it's a symbol of protection."

A trick he'd fall for obviously. "Everyone else would back up and hide away, but I'm Jones Jackson and I do not hide," he chanted with a mutter as though he was reciting a mantra to make him feel stronger, and that was exactly it. He needed to feel brave enough to open the door, grab the package and make it back inside in a second.

-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.