"Please don't tell me you like this place." Nicole dropped the mug of tea on the table, letting the brewing liquid fill their nostrils.Azura shifted in her seat, she thought of Italy, at least, it gave her time to explore, spend time with her aunt while working with Nicole, and then she thought of Zane, and his ridiculous nickname for her. His smile replayed in her brain, his ideas made her lips twitch upward a bit.Oh Oh, this was definitely not good."It's nice here." She finally swallowed, oh not the tea- that would burn her throat."I am glad you are enjoying it here too." Nicole muttered.Presently, there was seating in the middle of the garden, enjoying the soft wind that blew that wind, seated on the chair sipping tea early in the morning.They both stay quiet for a brief moment, with Nicole staring around, "I hope Azure is safe too.""She is." Azura blew a strand of her hair away, she itched to pick up that mug, but knowing the effect it would have in her throat, she restrain
Nicole had no idea where she was going.She never stormed off during an important conversation that mainly involved her friend, and because Zane was her friend. She had every right she could think of.Now, who needs to be scolded right now? She took a minute to think, Xander, her blood boiling, that man had not even taken a second to appear in the show, like it bored him or something, oh and Lucas, her mind reeled in fury. They were close to Zane yet they didn't care that he was being punished. Were they humans at all?They deserved her lashings, absolutely, that was why her first stop was at his private study. She wriggled with the knobs hardly, before stepping into the room that was stacked with books, the smell of old and new books greeted her hard. Not now books!There was he, all perfect and composed, flipping through the pages of a book, the light of the lamp on the table etched perfectly around the book, giving it light just so he could read?Oh and Lucas, bless him that he was
New York."Are you sure this is the place?" Kane asked with an agitated tone. His hands folded across each other. He let out a sigh, before pushing the door of the tiny bookshop open.The bell dinged indicating his arrival."Yes." His assistant said, trudging behind him silently, afraid that if he said something, Kane would snap him into two."Why in the hell would she come to an old local romance bookshop every Wednesday afternoon?" Kane was losing this, especially when the middle aged woman gave him a crooked smile behind the counter. Was he foolish? Absolutely no, he felt something in her that day, he wanted to see her again, talk to her, maybe feel her body pressed against his.She was Cara Denver and that woman never failed to capture his dreams.Yes. He wanted her. He was going to have her."I know Sir." His assistant whispered, flicking her phone, "She told her sister that she didn't like going to rich places, and she didn't want her face anywhere on the screen, so she just cam
"You have the guts to even grin at me?" Azura frowned, before deeply squeezing the napkin onto his back.He winced softly, his lips parting apart. "Yeah."It was weird that she was leaning against the bed frame while he sat there completely shirtless, her attending to his wounds. She could see the muscles that toned his body, so flawless, perfect."Are you done staring?" He said from behind.She sputtered, the napkin almost flying away from her hand, "I am definitely not staring.""I know it when I see it." He grins behind her.Her hands moved towards his muscles willingly, so perfect, she wanted more. To linger her hand there, to trace it along every soft bone, but then she found herself asking, "Is it always like this?"He raised his brows at her.She wanted to know more, she pressed further. "Do you always get punished this way?"He sighs, breathing in the air tightly, there's a way he tensed his body that Azura didn't like, "Yes."Her heart broke. "What in the hell?" She grew red
Azura spread jam on the bread, mashed it together and took a huge bite before swallowing unwillingly.The manor was great, really in her opinion, it was just so huge with lots of rooms. She swore she even almost went missing, people that she didn't even recognize, just for her to come to this tiny kitchen, she encountered two huge men.One who grinned at her and even called her sexy, and the other when she was coming to the room, he was with a bunch of other huge men and when she passed by them, she could smell whiskey from their body. He even had the guts to mutter. 'What's a lady doing here?'She sighed wearily, smashed the bread in her hand before popping it into her mouth, she stared under the dim light that illuminated her Pettie cheekbones. She was leaning on the kitchen counter, still mashing those sandwiches made with jam into her stomach.A gruff sounded from behind. Shimmering of bowls, flushing of liquid. Immediately, she directed her eyes to that corner."Who's there?" She
He wasn't thinking, he never thought before he did anything stupid. He found himself swiping her hand away, letting the coat fall to the floor."Xander!" Her face was red and puffy, causing those bloodshot eyes to glare angrily at him."No one touches you," He says, through gritted teeth. He stared hard at the man who appeared flustered."Um? Nicole. What's going on?" He gazed around shyly, biting his lips."Well." Nicole breathed in, her eyes gazing at him sharply, trying to ask him why he was even here. "Xander. This is Brock, a business partner here in Italy.""Broccoli." Xander mumbled under his breath, seeing the man turn red. Yeah, no one likes when you twist their name but that's what he gets for even going near her.Don't even dare touch her. She's fucking mine.Mine.That word, his heart blared just by thinking about it, and now he was left by staring endlessly at her like this was some tug of war, that she was supposed to pick a side.But he knew Nicole Hart really well.She
The smell of the nightclub hit Lucas hard. He hated this, being involved in this whole shit.The sky was dark, threatening to pour down the rain, the stars twinkled darkly and Lucas took a moment to think, who in the hell invented parties at midnight? Couldn't they be done in the afternoon or morning?Shit."Who are you here to see?" The huge tattooed man standing in front of the club said, striking his hand forward, as if he was ready to pounce on Lucas.Lucas studied him, he could knock this guy off in a few seconds, but still he wore his famous scowl."I told you, I am here to see the owner of this club." He said through gritted teeth, Dude, just let me in!"There are two owners of this nightclub, please specify which one."They were Nightwalker and Xavier.Air rushed through his organs. "Xavier Castillo." His throat burned, those two didn't really go well, he was originally here to see Nightwalker because she was still trashing the were-house.It was fun then, but now, it is getti
New York.Cara stepped into the broad daylight, and admired the way the sun spread its glory down her face. The view, so fucking perfect.But now. She couldn't even stay five minutes in public, without them asking.."Oh. My God. Are you Cara Denver?" Like right now, because the red-haired teenager was already running towards her, peeling out her phone.This might take a while. She calmed her breath down, she could do this. Just another fan.When the red-haired teenager reached her, her face was bright and fuzzy, her smile a little weird. "I can't believe this!" She skipped, "I just met with Cara Denver. I can die in peace now." The girl's hands flew over to her chest, before patting it happily.Okay, sure. Cara gave them the smile they always want, the bright polite one, "Thank you really, it was lovely meeting you." Her sweet voice complimented it all, just take a step back and she could walk away, but then the girl just had to say."Can I please get a selfie?" She stretched her hand