Sarafina: His 9th Wife

Sarafina: His 9th Wife

By:  Nee_mo2  Completed
Language: English
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She was just there to witness a moment in art history, and he was there too for that very reason. She was going to leave, but he wasn't going to let her, not after their eyes had met and she was someone he's been looking for his entire life.

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Ria Makatuki
ok I didn't really like the story lube or how it ended. I thought she would've rejected him.
2023-01-11 20:54:54
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Cheyanne N. Wirth
I love this story so far!
2022-06-16 05:45:12
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alexandre Gauthier
Next update your story starting to make sense continue
2021-03-24 05:51:07
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alexandre Gauthier
Story was during great until he is remarried someone else you should have allowed his ex wives to fund their true mate I have lost interest
2021-03-16 13:04:37
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MMH
This was one of the worst stories about werewolves I have ever read. Then have him remarried to all the other wives and all those children, stupid.
2022-01-25 11:05:51
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64 Chapters
Chapter 1
 I don't necessarily blend in, but I don't stick out either. I'm that face in the crowd that you'll notice only if you're looking for me. I'm the girl with the loud laugh and dimple, you'd look at and wonder what I was laughing at so hard.  I like it that way, I like being that person. The one with the questionable fashion sense. That was me. I like getting your attention and making you wonder. I like wearing clothes that someone wouldn't necessarily pick out for themselves but see me wearing it and think, "what the hell is wrong with this girl?".  That's me, that's Sarafina for you.  I paint. I'm an artist, an artist with the love of playing violin and spending my free time in my own little bedroom. I enjoy looking over my paint covered fingers a
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Chapter 2
"What are you doing?" I heard her soft voice ask me, as she sat upon my shoulder. My mind was focused on the simple action of fixing my tie, even though I had done it a million times and could do it with my eyes closed. I could feel her looking at me through the reflection in the mirror. "I'm getting ready for an art showcase," I told her, and then cleared my throat as I looked at my Rolex watch and monitored the time. "What are you doing here, Elisabeth?" She giggled and her sparkly wings moved with excitement as she flipped her pin
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Chapter 3
 "Let me see your outfit," my mother said as I held the phone up to my face to look at hers. I smiled as I walked to the bright side of the filled room with University art students who were rushing to get done.  I showed her my outfit and I saw her smile, "you look so beautiful, baby," she complimented and I smiled.  "Thank you, mummy."  "Now, go put some make up on and take lo-"  "Girls!" My professor, Mevrou (pronounce v as f) Schoeman shouted over all the noise of the girls running around and trying to get ready these last few minutes, "can you all hurry up, asseblief (please)! Come on!" She clapped her hands, rushing everyone, "come on, now, ladies!"  
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Chapter 4
 Wynverston Arts and Creativity Museum. I couldn't believe I was standing in the middle of the largest and most prestigious arts museum in the world. This is where Art dreams came to life, only the best modern art was displayed along these halls and walls and I was in awe. I wanted to some day have my very own art displayed in this museum for young, hopeful artists to scrutinise and wonder the meaning behind.  I was in art heaven. Today was a special day and I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t excited but I’d also be a liar if I said that I was only excited to see the art showcase of the African duo. I was happy that someone from our wonderful continent had gotten the opportunity of a lifetime, but I was elated that I could see all the other
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Chapter 5
 "A fan of Gauthier?" I heard a rough, husky toned voice that sounded like a man- a real man, break through my little bubble, and I turned to my side to see the man who has been staring at me.  "Huh?" I asked him as I craned my neck back to look up at him.  He looked...deadly. His features looked pronounced, even the wrinkles on his face looked like they were put there purposely to make him look more handsome. Now that he was this close to me, I couldn't help but check him out.  He is the hottest man I've ever seen with my own two eyes right in front of me.  He had dark brown intense eyes with a smouldering gaze and his eyebrows were shaped in a way that made his eyes seem menacing a
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Chapter 6
 The sound of birds chirping and distant happy laughter met my ears as I rolled over in the bed and sighed against the feel of the silk sheets surrounding my body that were unlike anything I've ever felt in my life. Goodness, I don't remember the pillows of the hotel feeling so soft and like marshmallows against my face. I could literally sleep here forever and I wouldn't mind.  I mean, Mevrou Schoeman hasn't come to wake us up yet, so maybe I can enjoy a few more minutes in this...seemingly much larger bed than the single bed I'd shared with Sihle who I kept kicking over and over.  I stretched my arm out and my other leg to feel for Sihle but I couldn't find her body. I buried my face into the blanket, shying away from the warm sun on my face so I can open my eyes and look around for Sihle. Knowing her, she pr
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Chapter 7
 When Elisabeth told me I had the best room in the "manor" I didn't believe it. I don't even believe that she's a fairy, I feel like I'm hallucinating and I’m under the influence of heavy drugs. But with each step that I took as I walked through the hallways, the more I saw the grandness of this home. The floor to ceiling windows, the large chandeliers that were just inches from my head, the ceramic tiles and candle lights on either side of the hallway was enough to tell me that wherever I was, was no broke man's place.  We walked until we stood at the top of this grand staircase that looked like the kind you'd see in fictional fairy tales. The kind of stairs you swore were made of something magical instead of normal human beings. I held onto the one railing and began to take the many stairs to wherever this fairy was leading me.  
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Chapter 8
 "I really just want to be left alone..." I said softly as I held the sheets closer to my chest and buried my face deeper into the pillows. Elisabeth just wouldn't leave me alone and she's been tinkering and zooming all around the room. The sound was starting to bother me and I didn't even want to talk to her. I just wanted to get out of here.  That Quentin old man was out of his mind, and I knew this the second he started talking about weddings and getting married and living life together. I refuse to be some grown man's child bride. I didn't give a damn about wealth, I just needed to get the fuck out of here and never set foot in England ever again.  Does anyone even know that I'm missing? Is anyone even looking
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Chapter 9
 I sucked in a breath- holding it in and standing still because I was trying to still my racing heart. I didn't know if I should run or scream and hide, or stand still and do nothing, so I just froze. I hoped it would not see me.  Maybe wolves can't see at night and I can actually make it out of this alive.  I would've rather crossed paths with a snake at this point, not this wolf that looks like the size of my mother's boyfriend's 4x4 van.  Its eyes still looked right into mine before they trailed down to my leg where I was bleeding profusely, no doubt I was sure it could smell my blood.  Is this how I'm going to die? Being eaten by a wolf, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by En
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Chapter 10
 "Who are you?" I croaked out as I looked at the woman who stood beside my bed when I opened my eyes.  She cleared her throat before speaking, "my name's Brigitte. I'm Alpha Quentin's first wife. I just came to check up on you. I was given orders to stay by your side until you woke up and attend to your needs."  "Well, I'm fine," I said blandly as I turned my face away from hers and looked to the side. Looking outside of the square window that was on the other side of the room, too far for me to reach. I wanted to run towards it and seek escape once more but I knew I wouldn't get too far.  "Are you hungry?" She asked me again and I closed my eyes as I swallowed and my throat felt dry and tight.  
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