"What's with the smile Miss?" Ava asked as she put final touches onto my hair.Evelyn blushed not realizing she had been day dreaming. "Uh... nothing, this gown is just so... gorgeous."It was true, Evelyn was in love with the gown."And you make it look even better. I'm sure all eyes will be on you tonight."Evelyn stood before the mirror, the soft glow of the vanity lights illuminating her figure draped in a stunning blue gown. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, the neckline dipping to reveal a hint of her delicate collarbone. Her hair was elegantly styled in an updo, strands coming down in loose curls around her face, her neck exposed.It was Ava's skilled hands that had worked their magic, turning her into a vision of elegance and sophistication. And beside her, Julian stood, looking handsome in his own attire, a perfectly tailored tuxedo that complemented her gown. His hair was slicked back, his tattoos peeking out from beneath the fabric, often made Evelyn curi
Julian had asked me to live at his house. His private house. And I was shocked to say the least. When I asked him why, he said he’d want me to be safe after he was going to announce the new laws. He said there would be a possibility of a civil war. But I didn’t want to hide, I wanted to fight. I didn’t want to seek protection just because I liked Julian. I wanted to stand by him and fight for him, and for my and our human rights. He knew I would say that, but he still kept the offer open. It was still many days until Julian announced the new laws. His alliances in the other regions had already begun their work– protect humans, punish the criminals and pay the workers the amount they actually deserve. *** It was around four in the evening when Matthew came into Julian’s office smiling from ear to ear. Julian greeted him and asked him why he was here. “Evans and I have something planned, Alpha… if you could please allow Evans to hangout with me the rest of the day, I’ll be grateful.
“Do you think it’s true?... about the statue?” I asked as I removed my jacket, resting it on top of the chair. We were in Julian’s room and he was sitting on his bed still in his work clothes as he watched me. “Maybe,” he said, a little distracted as if mentally he was somewhere else. “Would you… would you be willing to try it with me?” I asked quietly. He snapped back to the present and looked at me, his eyes wide with shock. “Would you be okay with that?” I nodded. “I guess so,” He then smiled wide and leaned on his arms backwards, “I’m sure you are my mate, but we’ll go there and test that statue out soon.” “Okay,” I smiled as I kept my weapons belt on the table. There was still something I wanted to ask Julian, and this seemed the right time. “Julian… that night, how did you know where I was?” Julian’s expression hardened and he straightened up, bringing his arms on his lap. “I couldn’t sleep that night… I went out for a walk but I couldn’t get you out of my head.
Phase one was the first step to get rid of Human discrimination– Getting rid of all enslaved humans. In the west and the east; the two Alpha’s– Jiya Williams –who took her husband’s place after he was brutally murdered by Werewolves, because he freed all human slaves. (Julian had told him to wait for his signal; but he went ahead and did it anyway.) And Caleb Long– the Alpha of the east region. The south was ruled by Julian’s good friend - Gabriel Allen. The first trip was to the east. Jiya Williams was a magnificent woman. Her brown skin glowed under the sun as she stood near the doors of her grand mansion, where the entrance was decorated with flowers of all colors. It was as if she had added life to her lands. Everywhere you looked, it was perfectly crafted, colored and kept. The doors, the houses, the crops, the lands, the markets and most importantly– the people. It was difficult to believe that this place would be anything less than peaceful. But not everything that glitters is
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“And do you, Rylee Winters, accept Julian Salvatore to be your lawfully wedded husband?”Everyone held their breaths. Rylee’s face was covered with a veil, and Julian Salvatore—the Mafia Leader, or the Boss as he was typically referred to—stood with a very bored look on his face. He was handsome, of course, but everyone knew this marriage was a business deal. He wasn’t even looking at Rylee. What’s the point of having such a good-looking face and body when you’re such a jerk?Rylee was Evelyn's elder sister. They both shared the same green eyes and black hair, thanks to their mother who decided to run away right after Evelyn was born. That was the only thing that was similar between them.Rylee was an absolute rebel and excellent at singing. She also disliked her dark hair, so she would always dye it blonde. She was a bar singer and often kept away from home. Evelyn, on the other hand, was good at studying, so she pursued college with the little money they had, and worked as a waitress
The monitor next to her father beeped faintly as Evelyn sat on a tiny stool next to him. He was okay, but she wasn’t. She couldn’t believe what had happened twenty-four hours ago. All she knew was that her family was at risk, and she had to do something to solve this.After her father fainted, Julian was kind enough to call an ambulance for him. Evelyn hadn’t seen him or his men since then, but she was sure they weren’t done yet.As if on cue, a knock on the door startled her. She slowly walked to the door and opened it a little, enough for her to get a peek. She sighed in relief as she saw the nurse.“Is everything alright?” the nurse questioned with a quizzical brow.“Yes,” Evelyn smiled. Or at least tried to.“Great, well. This came for you,” the nurse pulled out a crisp white envelope from her pocket.“Thank you.”The nurse didn’t reply and just began to check her father’s vitals. Evelyn carefully flipped the envelope, and the seal confirmed her fears. They really were not done wit
With the first rays of dawn peeking through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow across the room, Evelyn found herself unable to sleep a wink, her mind consumed by worry and fear. Reluctantly, she forced herself out of the luxurious bed, feeling like a fish out of water in such an extravagant setting.A gentle knock on the door shattered the silence, and before she could respond, a young woman in a crisp uniform entered, carrying a tray with breakfast. She placed it on a small table by the window and offered Evelyn a polite nod.“Good morning, Miss Winters. Mr. Salvatore asked me to ensure your comfort. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let me know.”“Thank you,” Evelyn murmured, her voice barely audible.The maid departed silently, leaving Evelyn alone with her swirling thoughts once more. She approached the table and mechanically nibbled on a piece of toast, though her appetite was nonexistent. Her mind remained preoccupied with thoughts of her father and Rylee. She n