Armin Armin Novels & Stories

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

For the first time, I felt truly in it, not just adjacent. Eventually, the collective teasing gaze of the table landed on its favorite target: Arman. Arman was… something else. A foreign exchange student from some northern country, he looked like he’d stepped out of a classical painting. Wavy brown hair, eyes the color of a summer sky, tall with the lean, strong build of a swimmer. He was also quiet, incredibly kind, and intelligent. And every single day, it seemed, someone worked up the courage to confess their feelings to him. He would always refuse with a gentle, polite finality that left no room for argument but also no lasting bitterness.

she had dried up tears on her cheeks because of her own actions. Aramis once finished talking to the counselors, marched in my direction. When he would walk among the crowd, all eyes would be shifted to him. He was incredibly good-looking and sexy. "Did I forget to tell you how gorgeous you look today?" He stood beside me, his hands on the counter like me, and smiled my way. "Well thank you. Did I forget to tell you how anxious and sad you have made me in the last three days?" the sarcastic closed-lip smile was a sign that I wasn't impressed with him hiding his plan from me.

Efrain responded in a monotone voice. “So then you aren't waiting for someone?" Aramide narrowed her eyes at him. “Ara— your desert is gonna get cold, you should eat up” “Yours must be frozen by now, so tell me, who are you waiting for?” Efrain wasn't sure how he was supposed to explain this, he had met this man only a few weeks ago, The man had visited his hospital trying to make some research on a topic that would be of interest to Aramide, after a long conversation, they had exchanged cards and a few days ago Efrain was able to uncover the man's identity and it came as a complete shocker.

I asked as I lifted the shades off of my eyes, showing her my signature wink and smirk. “I know you.” She placed her forefinger on her chin as if thinking deeply. “You’re the arrogant boss. Devin Carlo Mávros.” My eyes twitched in disbelief. Arrogant boss? Me? I might be arrogant, but no one has ever had the guts to say those words to me. She huffed. “Ren is not in the mood for you right now, Mr. Mávros.” And she slammed the door in my face while my jaw literally dropped to the ground.

Wasn't he chill a second ago? “Armin,” I said, “Babe what's wrong? Should I get a doctor?” Armin shook his head, his eye colour, white. “Don't hang out with Tentin again.” He said with a growl. It was an order and I did not quite like that. I pulled away from his embrace and stood on the bed, glaring at him. “Are you jealous? Why would you stop me from hanging out Tentin? Isn't he like one of your best friends?”

He is our other half, and we are his,' the voice explains. This makes no sense! How is this even possible? I'm human and I'm hearing voices in my head—Oh God! I'm schitzo, aren't I? That has to be it, I think, finally coming to a stop at a stream running through the thick forest floor. The image of a white wolf reflects back at me, where my reflection should be. This can't be real, I think, completely in denial of what is right in front of me. 'It is very real, Amaris. You, we, are a wolf.'

Benzo snapped and I blinked. “Armin? He's here?” I asked surprised and Allistair glanced at me, letting go. “You know him?” He asked and I nodded. “He's a guard of my father's of cause I know him, why is he here?” I asked and turned towards benzo. “Is armin Betraying my clan?” I asked and he rolled eyes. “Yeah right, it seems like you didn't grasp the concept of enemy yet, Someone we don't like, someone we hate, someone we can never be friends with!” He explained but I wasn't buying it.

Arturo chuckled and shook his head at me before starting the car again as the light turned green. “I am not talking about normal businessmen, little wolf, I will have you know that.” He said, and I frowned in confusion, trying to process what he just said. “The meeting that we are having would be of the different wines that will be arriving as well as a few drugs that would be entering the country.”

Amir had a lot of wine during and after the wrestling contest, for some weird reasons he was so happy. He hadn't been this happy in a very long time, a large part of him agreed that Amira played a huge part in his happiness. It been a while since he let a woman so close to him. Amir hardly needed them around he only sort for the new slaves who haven't been touched by any of his men , to satisfy his sexual urges and hands them over to his friends Kamur and Fatu, especially Kamur he was insatiable and never said no too female slaves.