Alois X Ciel Novels & Stories

She seemed like she wasn't interested in whatever was going on. "Hi." Juliet smiles out. "Juliet meet Madison and Alison!" Christopher introduces. "I think I might get confused!" Juliet laughs. "You won't." The friendly one says. "She has lighter skin and a very tiny voice! I'm Alison by the way." She says. "Nice meeting you Alison." Juliet smile, she turns to Madison who just nods at her. She mouths hi. All this while Ana and Trisha stood at like third parties. "Where is Alexs?" Christopher asks with a calm smile.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Alexei stopped mid sentence, comprehending what I was saying before shaking his head at me “I have officially tainted you” “Whoever said that I wasn’t tainted before you have” I teased, my eyes widening when Alexei turned us around, hovering my body. His silver-blue eyes which I have grown to admire met my green ones, and feeling my heart skip a beat, I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips.

Alex said. Ciel didn’t smile. His eyes were steel. “No… they won’t.”

“Keep it calm, Eira. your voice is now in a competition with the music, people are watching.” “People?” My body jerked in laughter. “Let them watch. To h….ell with them.” My finger wiggled in the air. “Fuck!.. I didn’t know this alcohol would have so much effect on the ladies. Where the fuck is Alpha Leonardo and his Gamma? They are meant to be here by this hour,” Sophia lamented, her eyes were fixed on her wristwatch. Why was she speaking of the beast? Does she like him as well? “Oh, thank Goddess. They are here. Over here Alpha,” her hand waved behind me and my faint eyes trailed her waving hand.

And for a moment, everyone went quiet. I turned just as the doors opened again. Dominic Salvatore entered first. Alpha. Commanding. Unmistakable. At his side walked Aria Salvatore, his Luna, his wife, and lover… she was also the mother of his child. Her head was held high, her presence effortless, as if she had always belonged at his side. Whispers followed them, some admiring, some resentful. Luna Isobel’s lips thinned. “The woman who was sold as a slave,” she muttered coolly, “now standing as Head Luna. A slave who became the Alpha’s wife.”

She winked, and I flushed again. “No, I don’t...” “Hahahahaha.” Her fresh laugh rang through the garden, mixing with the sharp click of my heels as I hurried after her long Alpha strides toward the street, where the valets were pulling cars up. Nothing in this family is what it looks like... and somehow I’d found an ally where I least expected it. ***** LORENZO So this Marcella turned out to be Beta Vasiliev’s bastard daughter.

The newcomer grimaced at her roar. "Well, well, well!" He sighed after her voice and its echo had subsided. The Elevender was very tall, with golden hair and eyes the color of lapis lazuli. Absolutely calm, he strolled to the scene of the event and looked around carefully and obviously absolutely satisfied, then looked directly at Aurelia.

I take a deep breath, smiling, and then I write, Talia (online) — Hello, Mr. X, sorry if I didn’t answer earlier, I was having a nice breakfast. I’m very well, and you? Mr. X is typing... Mr. X (online) — I am very well, but intrigued by your profile. Talia (online) — Intrigued by my profile, why? Mr.X (online) — Here it says that Talia is 27 years old, sign of Virgo (Hummm... Virgo) is bisexual (Hummm), speaks German, and was born in Madrid.

“Then we don’t have a deal.” I turned toward the door. “Ravenna.” I stopped but didn’t look back. “You walked into my home knowing exactly who I am.” I glanced over my shoulder. “And you still haven’t figured out who I am.” Traitor, Ciel snarled, claws pricking under my ribs. Shut up. Xavier pushed off the desk. His pupils were blown wide. He stopped a breath away—close enough that I could feel the heat of him, close enough that my skin felt too tight where he wasn’t touching me.