His Devious Rule
Have you ever wondered about unpredictable life? One minute everything is so good and then suddenly the next minute everything just turns around… Anya Owen faced such times thrice in her life due to one person. Twice she survived and started leading a happy life with her darling son. But could she survive the jeopardy he was going to cause again in her life? Alvin Matthews, the most mysterious man in the city. Nobody knows where he is, what is up to, or what he does. Some even doubt if he is alive or dead. Could he stop himself from falling for the little feisty woman? Well, he never stops himself. But he doubted if he would get killed by the stone-hearted woman before he could soften her heart. ~~~ Excerpt: Alvin watched Anya politely speaking with the butler. He leaned back on the armchair and crossed his legs, intently watching the soft smiles appearing on the delicate face. “Hey, Little Chipmunk, why is your mother good to all but me?” He asked shifting his eyes on the little man who was crossing his little legs playing a video game on his mobile. A sly smirk appeared on Zane’s face. He carelessly threw his words, “That’s what you deserve, Chipmunk Monster.” Alvin: “...” Alvin has to rack his brain to appease Little Monster... Correction, Little Master and his Devil… The second Correction, his Queen. ~~~ This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin
There is No Free Meal
Entering the room, Anya breathed in relief. If she doesn't anger Alvin or melt him when he is angry, she could push through these days and complete her work too.
Without letting herself demotivate, Anya looked at the 'guest' room. She was speechless. Probably her whole little villa takes less space than the room she was standing in. 'Who calls this a bedroom? This is so huge,' It looked like a mini ballroom. Anya laughed at her thoughts.
She thanked the lords for not giving her a royal Moroccan-style room. She would have gone crazy thinking she woke up in a different era. This room was contemporary and minimalist. There was a huge shelf for the books that acted as a section divider for the study table and the sleeping area.
There was an armchair and foot stand next to the bay window. The knitted blanket on it and the cozy floor mat underneath made it look warm and cozy.