Please these is my first time writing a novel, pour whatever advice, criticism, and acknowledgement in the comments sections to enable me improve thank you PEOPLE
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Luxury,
A clear art of blending high-quality materials, elegant simplicity, and thoughtful design to create a serene yet sophisticated space.
That can quit be impressing, intimidating or worth-nothing to people, only it depends on the mindset or caliber of person turning up on you for the first.
This the definition of the current room right now, with a big bed lay in the center of the room towards the edge of the walls.
A room stepped quietly between shadows and soft light—dark hardwood floors stretching beneath a two red leather armchair..
A modest desk stood tucked near the window beside the bed, with soft ray of dusks finding its way towards a man working his ass-off of on the working desks, papers neatly stacked beside a laptop humming with evening works.
At his back was the door
beside the immediate space of the door,
hung on the walls, Is photo of A smiling beautiful middle age woman with a beauty more redefined in her pure white outfit that vividly signifies the peaceful nature of this person.
with some other classic paintings showing the frozen moments of city life, moving a lil-further from the door, stood a sleek-black shelves bowed under the weight of well-loved books. A whiskey decanter caught the amber glow of a lamp, standing as a silent nod to rare indulgences. The air smelled of fresh coffee, hinting at quiet routines and long days.
Kyle sat hunched over his sleek black desk, his thick, blood-red hair catching the glow from the laptop screen. The amber bottle of whiskey and a half-filled glass sat close by
within easy reach, a quiet rebellion against the stress clawing at his mind. Eyes locked on the screen, he took a slow sip to calm his nerves as racing, tangled thoughts fought for space—the work was piling up,
and so were the questions eating at him from inside.
"Kyle!!! he is...."
"come on K, I thought we were over with this, I guess you really want to empty the stock house of all varieties of Whiskey in RAINWOODs and then you'll expect me to let you order for more?"
Kyle took his attention off of the laptop tuning his head slightly towards the door knowing fully well who's at the door,
An angry lioness stood there at the door bindings for the right time to pounce on him, with arms folded under her chest staring at him like he has committed the most atrocious crime in the whole globe….
"Hi Aunt Layla!!!! What's up"
He said whispering softly regarding-less if she hears him or not. After au
The most powerful tool a Werewolves have is their hyper sensitivity to their environment follow by the ability to access abundant energy through their anger
Up from his seat
Youthful in his middle 20s
Kyle stands about 6 feet tall , with an athletic build that's just right—strong and lean, like a predator built for agility and power. His thick, blood-red hair is a wild flame against his crisp white casual clothes, sharp and unforgettable. His eyes are intense and red almost piercing, complimenting his hair without effort,
with a steady calm that masks a restless mind. His presence commands attention—every movement fluid, purposeful, like a wolf moving silently but confidently.
There's a raw energy in him, a mix of fierce strength and controlled grace, making him both striking and intimidating.
But this woman right here now is no where intimidated by him.
Stopping at the entrance of the door ushering his aunt into his room with arms welcoming gesture
"Come in"
Kyle said soft once again but Layla was still staring at him for like two seconds before walking in looking at the room as if looking for someone or something suspicious
Then she turned her attention towards Kyle
" Man you look like shit"
"Thanks for the compliment Aunt"
Kyle appreciated her while smiling knowing how much worry she is masking away on that stoic face.
" what have you been doing all day? Busy drinking your intestines to cinders?"
Layla ask staring at him, demanding for an answer
"Come on Aunt Layla, you know they's no anatomy of a werewolf that state that we might die or burn our organs off from such mediocre things that only applies to the humans"
"Besides I was just trying to calm my nerves down"
"Calm you nerves down my ass, if you will be calming you nerves down then you'll be having my heart worried to crip"
If they was a third party here currently they would have seen the slight resemblance clearly showing the handiwork of blood relationship.
Kyle move towards her intending to give her a hug
"Come on aunt, don't say that
And again"
He said while hugging her and he added
" and again ma, I told you that you can't just barge upon me like that, zato just says that he doesn't likes it, it kinda awkward, what's if I was on towels or something?"
"a statement of me seeing you on towels half necked coming from someone who left his door wide open while swimming in an ocean of whiskey,"
"And if zato have a problem with me coming here suddenly, tell him that he should come tell it to me straight to my face if he got balls"
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THANKS A LOT GUYS, FOR CHECKING OUT MY NEW BOOK, I SAID I'M NEW AT THESE BUT I PROMISED AND HOPED TO GET BETTER AT IT BECAUSE I LOVE BRINGING MY IMAGINATION