THE DREAMJessica and I have gotten along really well since I found her and I was currently giving her a tour of the land. My dad allowed me and Jess to go out alone as long as we were back before 6pm for dinner. It was fine with me because he barely lets me out without my second in command so it was really rare for this to happen.I suddenly came to a halt as I smelt an unusual smell off in the distance.Red Blood pack spies. I changed my direction so I was going in the direction of were I smelt the rouges. I couldn't smell anyone from my pack going to the scene so I knew I was alone in this fight.I walked up to the 6 werewolves. I was a little outnumbered but I might stand a chance with Jess following behind me. There were 5 in wolf form and onefemale in human form. They didn't look like they were ready to fight so I guess they were here to talk. I nodded my head at Jess before walking behind a tree and changing into human form and putting on some clothes I had in my backpack I

A SUDDEN IDEAGeneva's pov The sight of Sophia, dancing on the edges of the pool while swaying her hips with each step, was tantalizing enough to make my body feel as if it was floating. In actuality, I was probably fumbling on my feet like an imbecilic, spellbound and hypnotized beyond repair. I was hooked and senseless with her near by. And I didn't mind that one bit as long as she was the only one that had me tripping on air. The philosophical part of me wanted to rave over how divine she looked with the moonlight kissing the curves of her body. But I wasn't calm enough to think that so I settled on the suitable, cliché description of calling her sexy because she was every ounce of the word - and then some. Anyone who didn't see that was either blind or dumb. Or they were Remy – who happened to be both.You had to be an idiot to let someone like her get away. Calling her sexy was misleading though because she was far more than that. If there was ever a word that maximized the de

FINDING A MEANSMadonna's pov"Get started."I almost flinched back at the gruff order. I don't even realize I had stepped foot inside until the door was jammed closed behind me by the guard.He plopped down on the swivel chair, crossing his leg and facing my direction as he awaits me. I scanned through the room to realize we were currently in that same room we used the last time.Hearing him fake a voice, my head snapped towards him."You're delaying me. I have somewhere to be." He told me and I nodded, tucking a strand of my hair behind her ear.It wasn't easy. I'm going to mess up if I just go right to that podium. "Can we uhm- Can we postpone it and make it some other time? Tonight or tomorrow. I just can't..."I was still saying when he rose up a finger in the air, hushing me up."And why is that? Haven't I given you enough time to prepare? I gave you the whole of yesterday to get yourself together but here you are feeding me with excuses. Why is that?" Offended, he raised a brow

- MOMENTS WITH HIMMadonna's povMy eyes dropped to my hands and I stared at them long and hard, like they would somehow tell me what to say inresponse to that. I was used to men giving me compliments. They told me how sexy I was and how wonderfully my body made them feel all the time when I was dancing.But when I was wearing street clothes and had almost no makeup on men hardly even glanced atbme. And there was just something about the way the words came out of Oliver's mouth that made them seem so much more intense. He said it like he saw my soul, like he knew my heart as well as he knew my face."Here, I bought a caramel flavored concoction and a normal London Fog. Something sweet and fun or something classic," he said, breaking the silence as he pushed the two cups towards me, "I wasn't sure which one you would prefer.""I'm a sucker for sweet drinks," I admitted, pulling the cup towards me. I glanced at him very briefly then and saw that he was still inspecting me with a gentle

SOMEONE ELSEMadonna's povI woke up with a pounding headache. I equated it to dehydration right away, wondering if I had gotten too drunk and had one hell of a dream. The only reality I could recall immediately was picking out a dress with Charlotte.But when I sat up, laying a hand on my throbbing forehead my eyes widened in terror. I was not in my bed. I was in the hotel room. A hotel room with a giant television, a glorious view of the mountains, and modern décor. All of those added together made a room I couldn't afford, even after a particularly good night. It was something only the son of rich parents could afford.I was in the suite's room. And I was nearly naked, wearing only my black, lacey bra and satin panties. I gasped, scrambling to pull the top sheet over my bare skin. But there was no one else in the hotel room to shield my body from. I barely remembered Oliver leaving the room, but it seemed that he wasn't back yet. That seemed strange in itself as the sun had been