Arnold Cunningham Novels & Stories

His voice was unmistakable, cold, arrogant, and dangerous. The man's presence here was unwanted and I knew that with it being here, he was coming with trouble for trouble, and that was not something that we were going to be able to get out of. I should have expected that he would start something, that he would stir something, but I did not expect him to have the confidence or the arrogance to come here. Not after the game that he played.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

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Although it wound me, I’ll let it slide. Ugh. I rolled my eyes made a pfff sound. So annoying. “Knox!” I groaned. The annoying man chuckled, flipping the pages of the magazine with Gordon Ramsey’s face on the cover. “Are you for real, Sweetheart?” he rested his elbow on the counter, staring at me, “you have no idea who I am?” I rolled my eyes once again, “I don’t like sports.” He seemed offended. “Not all women who admire me like sports. Some just admire me for my good looks and charisma.”

The end of Cunning. Learn what is next for Nox and Charli in DECEPTION

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.”

One of Thomas Vic's friends sneered in annoyance, "Are you satisfied showing off your future grandchild, Thomas? Just because Arnold is still a miserable bachelor, you keep making me jealous with your future grandchild!" "Hey, don't quote me in this conversation. I've been trying to be a decent gentleman who always takes care of and protects Tera. So please, exclude my name from your conversation!" complained Arnold Cavill, the son of Armando Cavill, a famous cheese company owner in their small town. Arnold and Armando knew Tera well, and Arnold was a good friend of Tera and Tora. Among the many people at the party, only Arnold and Armando were the ones Tera knew the most.

Arthur fears that someday the chieftain might handover all his wealth to his favorite knight rather than his blood. The Chieftain loves Arnold more than his sons. Arnold was an orphan whom they found barely breathing and beaten at the outskirts of Ambaram fifteen years back. His chances of survival were slim, so the late grandmother, the chieftain’s mother hurried the kid to the sacred witch of the mountain. When Arnold saw the rage on Arthur’s face, he smiled innocently. Oh, he loved it, to instigate him and get a reaction out of him. His little patience and charming façade, always run out in Arnold’s presence.