Lycan Princess' Disguise

The first sign that my marriage was doomed from the start was at the bridal shower. My noisy cousins and strangers from the groom’s family were having a blast while I, the bride-to-be, who was supposed to be excited, sat in a corner like a zombie. Surrounded by gift-wrapped boxes and balloons, I watched the girls mingle and laugh over games and drinks. Then I looked up to the sky and prayed a single prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take my life. May I sleep tonight and never wake up.“ Although I didn't believe in the goddess anymore and stopped praying to her since my tenth birthday, my future was decided and tomorrow, I'd be married to an evil being from the lowest depths of hell, Seth Darkwood, who by the way, was fifteen years older than me. A man whose first four wives died mysteriously. I shivered with disgust at the picture of that demon pouring his cursed seed inside me. “Ashanti, it's time to open your gifts!” One of my cousins announced. My response was a small smi

My heart burned with intense anger, like a pot of spaghetti about to overflow. I had always sensed Dave was creepy, but this was beyond me. The fact that the bastard followed me all the way sent shivers down my spine. "How on earth did you locate me? Have you been stalking me?" I cried out and he smirked lazily, his smile unsettling. "More or less." Tall as a building, he was one of the rare humans who passed the six-foot-three mark and could even pass for a Lycan. But the fool possessed no powers other than his sexual stamina. "Don't act so surprised. Finding you wasn't that difficult. Did you think you could escape without me noticing?" His grin grew wider, and his breath brushed against my ear, causing me to recoil in disgust "Get lost, Dave,” I snapped, pushing past him. Men like Dave think they can own or control women, just because they think they're physically stronger or have more money? Newsflash: having a bigger bank account doesn't give him the right to dictate my l

Chadwick's POV Settling on my executive chair that fit my office aesthetic, I crossed each resume with a fountain pen and watched with satisfaction as my best friend's frown grew like a balloon in size. "Are all the candidates female?" "Come on, Chad. Do you always have to be so picky?" He spat out, "I see you're still onto your hate against women." "I don't hate women. But don't you think I should be more careful with my selection?" "I thought you've have moved past the last time? Why are you hell bent about not hiring a woman for a secretary." Through the years, I mastered an unshakable calmness, where I don't have to argue or shout just because I don't agree with something, a trait my best friend, Ken hates. I stared at my son's picture in a small frame instead. "Thanks, but I'll pass. I can't make the same mistake again." Ken groaned, "You can't judge all women based on one bad experience with your ex. Women make excellent secretaries." "And gold diggers as well," I re

Chadwick After that angry redhead walked out of my office, Ken walked in and I transferred my aggression to him, venting about how I felt insulted that a semi-literate girl insulted me. Ken sat opposite me, silent for a second and burst out lauhhing like a demon on steroids the next second. The more he laughed, the more my annoyance fueled. Crossing my arms, I drew in slow, steady breaths irritated that he had the guts to laugh at my expense. "How's this funny?” "You poor thing. What do you want me to do? Breastfeed you?” he said between fits, his shoulders shaking as he tried to calm down. "It's your damn fault, you pie face," I wagged a finger at him. "Because what else would give that girl the audacity to walk in here and challenge me with such an insult “ “You're making it sound even more ridiculous when you put it like that,” Ken regarded me with amusement. “Maybe this is a wake-up call for you to loosen up, Chad. It feels like nobody can challenge you, and that's not al

Ashanti My gaze went distant, and I became confused like a broken compass. What the heck was going on? To be sure that I was not dreaming, I stared at the text, reading it again and again until the lines became blurry. How is it possible to reject an unqualified applicant on the spot and call them back? It didn't make any sense to me. I wanted to call Ken to be sure this wasn't a prank but it was almost midnight. Biting back my excitement, I wondered what Ken had said to Chadwick that made him change his mind. Feeling proud and jittery at the same time, I became aloof, raising a corner of my upper lip. Proud because Chadwick insulted me. It hurt to hear my mate utter nasty words to me. I tsk, wondering how else I expected a snobbish, pompous human to behave. Despite his rudeness, this was a miracle and worth sharing with my housemates. I bounced out, rushing forward to the living room. Harrison and Carmen were sprawled on the three-seater sofa watching a recent blockbuster re