Novel & Cerita Aoba X Noiz

and his entire body went unnaturally still. He was the predator. And she was prey. The way his jaw tensed, the way his fingers flexed at his sides. His eyes were so dark and primal. “You are mine.” he breathed. Emma blinked, lips parting. “What?” That was when Sarah turned, her head snapping around, confusion flashing across her face. “What did you just say?” Noah did not even look at her. His gaze stayed locked on Emma. He had not heard Sarah. Or maybe he had and just did not care.

OH BABY GRACE Don't knows how many times Grace has looked for an opening, she hasn't found an opportunity to bring down her opponent. Sweat continued to roll down my face, dropping to the floor. Breathing began to be irregular. Heads up and shoulders straight are still Grace's sights in attack. Her eyes continued to focus on the weak points taught by the coach, but she barely had the golden opportunity. In fact, her fist felt even wet, until she realized that her body had been slammed to the floor.

To my right, Hakeem flashed me a curious look, which I returned with a devious grin. Oliver clasped his hands together and rested them on the surface of the table. He looked almost regal in that suit of his, broad shouldered and hair speckled with grey. Nox embodied the youth his father no longer had, only minus the suit. Nox had always preferred a simple t-shirt and torn jeans, another thing that hadn’t really changed.

I scroll past Oba's name in my encrypted phone. Oba is our logistics guy. He procures weapons, vehicles, and safe houses with zero paper trail, and to anyone watching, zero effort as well. He’s exceptionally good at his job and will undoubtedly be able to find me exactly what I’m looking for. But if I ask Oba to find a high-end BDSM dungeon, he will ask questions. He will make jokes. And I’m not subjecting something so personal between me and Oliver to the team's commentary before we even establish the foundation.

But also confusion. Adrian stood a few paces away, back to her, his broad shoulders tense as he poured himself a glass of scotch. The quiet clink of crystal on crystal was the only sound in the room. He didn’t look at her right away. He didn’t need to—she could feel his control even in his silence. “You’ll never cover my mark again,” he said finally, voice low and dangerous. He turned, glass in hand, and leaned against the desk opposite her. “Do you understand?”

She had some guards follow Clovis and they texted her earlier saying he went to a ninestar, a rooftop bar with stunning views of the city and also live music where one can enjoy a romantic meal. She found her way there and found Clovis sitting at the edge of the rooftop sipping his wine while glaring at the city view. Lina wants him to spot her as she enters, after all, he still owes her an apology for spilling drink on her dress at the party, this way he will approach her first. She bumped into a waitress and the glasses on the waitress’s hands shattered in pieces “Ouch!!” Lina yelled in pain as she saw that a piece of the glass had broken her foot.

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. I like it here-“ A knock at the door interrupts my sentence. Cian and I exchange glances, and I can see the wariness in his eyes. I somehow doubt he wants to deal with any of the girls who live in this building. “Hey Abella, it’s Noah. I heard you came over earlier, and I just wanted to come and apologise for not being in at the time. Maybe we can talk about what you came over for,” the Alpha says through the door. I panic, immediately jumping up to grab the papers on my desk. Cian watches me fluster, as I quickly shove them under my pillow. “Give me a second,” I call out to Noah, before I concentrate on Cian, lowering my voice right down to a whisper. “Yo