Austin Theory X Novels & Stories

Austin on the other hand was in predicament, this was the same daughter that he was accused of raping. "I can see your hesitation. If it's because of the incident that happened years ago, Violet doesn't blame you. In Fact she's more ecstatic that you're her brother" Treyton continued as he munched on the salad before him. "Fine, I'll come by the house in the evening, I have somewhere to go." He stood and left Treyton in daze. He didn't think he'd agree. He quickly took his phone out and called Anastasia. … Austin walked in the streets of Sydney with a carefree spirit. He could feel the gazes on him, but who cares when he feels alive and refreshed. He stopped by the jewellery store that was k

Austin’s face twisted with sadistic pleasure as he stared at her, remembering the past—his cruel treatment of her mother, the pain he’d inflicted. Unknown to Mr. Austin, Axel had returned. He’d come back to retrieve the files his father had told him to get. As the youngest, he had always been the smartest, the most observant. He’d seen the horrors Mr. Austin had inflicted on his family, and he’d kept it locked away in his heart for years, fueling his quest for vengeance. Axel had witnessed everything. He had watched as Mr. Austin tortured his mother, severing her fingers and serving them on a plate. The memory haunted him, drove him into the brutal world of the mafia. It was all because of t

He leans between the seats and hands me a bottle of water. Austin is driving. I have no idea if Austin is his first name or last. He's Victor Corbin's enforcer. This makes him a scary dude. Austin's about 2 inches shorter than me and Gomez and he doesn't carry as much muscle. His pale blue eyes are as cold as Gomez's dark ones. Austin is a killer and one I never want to go up against. Corbin, his boss, runs the drugs and guns in Cali. We pre-arranged this pickup with Corbin. It surprises me he sent Austin. Things must be slower in California than they are in Arizona and New Mexico.

, Blake told him firmly. I was relieved, disgusted and fearful all at once. I didn’t want that sociopath anywhere near me. The only men I’d ever had sex with were Mason and Wyatt-I did not want to add this sociopath to my list. “Alright, deal. One fuck. Now go on, get outta here and I’ll get it over and done with”, Austin said amiably, herding them up the stairs. He came back down to me slowly and deliberately, watching my reaction with every step.

The drunk yanked his hand back, roaring, "You bitch! You burned me!" He raised a hand, trying to slap her, but a massive fist caught his wrist mid-air. Tabitha turned her head. It was Austin. He stared the man down, and his eyes already glowed with a dark blue light. The sound of snapping bone echoed. Austin's pressing aura hit the room like a blizzard, a pure, crushing pressure. He bared his fangs, a low, guttural growl vibrating in his chest. "Piss off!" Terrified by the sheer weight of Austin's pressing aura, the man scrambled away, stumbling over his own feet while shouting empty threats. "You're a dead man! "

“You’re definitely at a disadvantage. You’re not as mean as she is. I think she keeps her nails long just to hurt you. You should grow yours out too.” “Stop being silly.” While we were talking, I looked up and saw Austin walking in. “Austin’s here,” I said softly. Sophie immediately ducked her head like an ostrich. He was dressed in a white trench coat, a white turtleneck, and gray pants. He looked good, but his outfit gave off a certain impression. It did not seem strange at first, but the more I looked at Austin, the weirder things felt. He sat at a table near the window, which was not far from us. We were in the corner, so we could see everything he did.

“None of your business, Austin, now move along.” “You don’t want me meeting your pretty daughter?” “No, I want you meeting my fist. Now, move along before you do.” Austin sends me a wink and then moves along. “So, I can’t make friends?” “Not with Austin, he’s a flirt and will fuck anything.” “Anything with a skirt, and he looks the part.” He’s a tall, lean, sandy blond with a flirtatious grin plastered to his face, tattoos littering his skin, at least the parts I could see on his arm, and pierced ears and eyebrows. He has no jewelry in, but I’m fairly certain that when he has them in, he looks lethal.

Noticing Mia's discomfort, Austin's expression softened. Unaware of the true cause of her distress, he continued, his tone sympathetic. "I apologize if I startled you. Please know that I mean no harm. I simply wanted to ask for your mom's contact information." Axel, feeling protective of his Mom, interjected, his voice filled with concern. "Why do you need her contact?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. Austin met Axel's gaze, his intentions transparent. "It's been a while since we've seen each other, and I thought it would be nice to reconnect as friends. I assure you, there's no ulterior motive. I just want to stay in touch."

"Huh? Oh, them. ... I had a bad phase when the school started. My parents just got a divorce back then and I rebelled, so I run into the wrong friends. The guys, I knew from back then. It really helped me when I joined the soccerclub." The whole I just listened and was pretty surprised to hear the story of Austin being a bad boy. Especially when he cuddled me like a baby. "I see. You didn't had it easy either, huh?", I said while patting his head. "Yeah. But thats why you don't need to worry that I would leave or forget you." When I looked over to make eye contact, Austin was sound asleep. The rest of the night was peacefull for the most part, except the occassional snore of Austin.

He straightened up, towering over her, his presence suddenly cold enough to frost the windows. "I don't serve 'God’s creatures,' and I certainly don't serve 'Blessed Ones,'" Austin stated, his voice a flat, metallic rasp that cut through her sweetness like a chainsaw. "My hands, my blades, and my very breath have only ever belonged to one person. And you aren't her." Selene’s smile twitched. "I only meant..." "I know what you meant," Austin interrupted. He reached up, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his Ventus tunic with a slow, deliberate motion. He pulled the fabric aside, revealing the tan, scarred skin of his pectoral muscle.