Apex Loba Novels & Stories

Mara said as she looked at Annabel, waiting to see if Annabel would say anything before she continued and luckily, Annabel actually said something. "When you were done sucking him, how many rounds did you both go on?" The crazy girl asked. "Rounds?" Mara asked with a shy smile on her face before she replied to Annabel. "Sister, I can't remember but all I know is that I satisfied him. We had so many styles and…" Annabel interrupted her. "So many styles, like how many?" Annabel asked. "Hmmmm… I can't remember how many positions we did but I can remember just eight positions because these positions are my best. We had The Pretzel, Standing Wheelbarrow, Seated Wheelbarrow, Pushin’ the Cushion, a

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, physically restraining himself from touching me. "I have run the Apex Bloom for seven years, Lolita," Franco began. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar, heavy heat curling through my stomach. "It was designed with a singular, unbreakable architecture. A crucible. You throw the elite into the dark, and you let the pressure crush them until only one diamond remains. Every single iteration before this ended the same way: one victor, and a trail of liquidated corpses." He took a step closer. The space between us evaporated. The scent of sandalwood and something distinctly, electrically masculine wrapped around me.

Steel. "Sarah Voss," he says. "Her name is Sarah Voss." "Yes." "And I'm going to locate her." "Together." "Together." Marcus is already on her phone, already excavating Sarah Voss through databases and records. Julian stands at the window, the crushed letter still clamped in his fist, staring out at the frozen city. The old Boblo Boat dock rots into the river a few miles south, its skeleton pilings still jutting from the water, a graveyard of childhood promises nobody kept.

When my name was called in the third group, a tiny spark of hope flickered in my chest—until I heard who would lead us. "Group Three will report to Lobos." My stomach clenched. Of course. The universe wasn't done punishing me yet. Lobos sauntered forward, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he spotted me among his assigned group. He stood before Kael with exaggerated deference. "And what challenge do you have for my little band of misfits, Alpha?" Lobos asked, his tone light but his eyes sharp as they flicked toward me. Kael's expression remained neutral, but something passed between the two men—a silent communication that made Lobos' smile widen into something predatory.

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.

She picked up her phone beneath the table, tapping the screen. The dark glass flashed with a single, silent line of golden text from the LUS app: [ LUS SYSTEM CORE - HIGH-STAKES EXECUTABLE ] Status: TRAP ACTIVE. Mandate: Out-maneuver Apex Horizon's debt-rider or lose full commission portfolio. The algorithm hadn't just created the trap; it was testing her. It wanted to see if she had the sharp, lethal intellect to dismantle Apex Horizon's corporate maneuver live on the boardroom floor.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I had dedicated myself to exploring the island, discovering that Abbie had a vegetable garden, and not only had Peter and Wendy (her chickens) but she also had a considerable number of young which she called the lost boys. She also had a wild hog and a pet monkey. The worst thing is that those last two, they acted ridiculously excited as soon as they saw her. It was clear that, as soon as he saw me near her, Pumba, as Abbie had forced me to call him, had tried to pierce me with one of his very sharp fangs, so I had stayed away ever since. And let’s not remember the fact that George had thrown me bananas, mangoes and whatever fruit he came across.

The place which authorities decided squad-5 to explore was called 'Tomb of Cerberus', a newly discovered labyrinth. Lin started the conversation, "I am the team leader for our team. Some of us know each other and some don't so let's all start with a quick Introduction. My name is Lin Fang and my strength is ranged-combat. I am an archer with a bow type, Soul-Armas." Wolf chimed in, "My name is Wolf Hilton, I am a tactical strategist. I have proficiency with short-swords, mostly daggers." He had a glutton smile on his face.

Clamped in the tongs was a shimmering, semi-liquid ingot of unrefined Starfall moonstone—the last pristine sample retrieved from her mother's deep-vault archives on the Moonhaven Coast. Beside her, Rhys sat on a low stone pedestal, stripped to the waist. The **Apex Core** remained securely locked over his chest, its crystalline channels pulsing in a slow, rhythmic cadence that matched the heavy, measured thud of his heart. Sweat glistened across his broad, scarred shoulders and the intricate dark tribal tattoos lining his ribs.