Avi Loeb Novels & Stories

he starts. “Who’s not a quitter?” Logan asked, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Nothing you need to be concerned with, Logan. I’m trying to have a private conversation here,” Ale grumbled. “Aw, is someone sore, literally and metaphorically, that they got their ass kicked by Mikali’s fifteen-year-old sister Violet?” Logan taunted. Alex glared, well, sort of since he had a black eye.

I fist bump Bobby as we stop in front of them. “No worries, I get we have the best views and bays in the city,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “Oh, and tell Ash we’re even now, Chloe had to twist my arm for this one literally, but daumn, they squawk like crazy until I can’t even think or remember what the hell we were arguing about.” He laughs and runs his hand through his buzz cut. I smirk. Of course, Ash would have tried to talk details with Chloe. I’d say as soon as I was off the phone with Bobby, she would have been informed of my plan through Chloe.

"Wao, Alex, this is... Wao!" Abbie looked at everything in surprise, she could not decide which room to direct her attention completely. “Do you need something?” I turned to see a man in a black chef's suit, I assumed it was a professor. "I have a meeting with Louis Anderson,” I said on guard. As soon as he smiled, I knew this had been a bad idea. "That's me,” he said with an English accent. Shit. His eyes sparkled with interest at the sight of Abigail by my side.

The air stank of iron and wet steel. “Yes, my Lord,” Leo said through his teeth. He was pressing his other hand to the gash. “It’s my duty to protect you, not yours.” “Rubbish,” I shot back. “It’s our duty to protect each other as Wolf brothers. I will never let you all die like this.” I grabbed his uninjured arm and hauled him up with one hand. He was heavy, but he was mine.

He had never smiled at me before. “Presenting, His Royal Majesty, King Valerian of Alvannia.” Father entered the palace after the trumpets had been played. I and Valerian entered behind him. Up till this moment, I never knew he named Valerian after himself. The stares I received outside were nothing compared to the stares I received from the crowd of people in the large room as I walked down the carpeted aisle. I could tell by the numbers that their jaws dropped that they were surprised to see me.

Leader Avon smiled, a hand fan in his left hand and a cup filled with wine on his right. Chief Phalan who was dead drunk drooled on the table while laughing and mumbling gibberish at the same time. “Who is the proposed marriage for?” “Kian of course.” Chief June Malfoy angrily marched towards Leader Avon, dragging him from his seat and holding him by the neck. “Don't do anything stupid, Avon. I dictate what happens to my son so mind your own business and worry about your own son!” Leader Avon sighed, and shrugged Chief June's hand off his neck. “Wouldn't it be good to set Kian up with a beautiful woman now?” he consumed the rest of the alcohol in his small cup and tossed it aside,

He was fairly handsome, too, he was missing a head of hair but that gave him a rugged edge. "Did you see him leave the building?" I asked as we made our way to the elevator. "He didn't leave from the time he clocked in early this morning, Luna," Alec informed in a gritty voice. The elevator doors parted and I shoved my finger into the button which led to the cancer research division of the institute, "Then he should be in his office at this time. He doesn't have the lab booked out from what I saw. He doesn't have any experiments he's working on either. If I'm not mistaken, he's working on a paper to score himself yet another grant."

I asked, trying to ignore the affect Julius’ display of power had on me. “Trying to get rid of me so soon?” Adrian scoffed, his expression light once again as he stood to his full height. “Okay, okay, as much as it pains me Maia, I’ll go. I just have one last thing…” he took a step towards the door before pivoting so that he was facing Maeve. “I, Adrian Fowler, reject you, Maeve Lorenze, of the Blood Moon Pack.”

It was like the man wasn’t there or they didn’t feel guilty at least, about it. “You don’t need to be surprised, Ezra. For a person who had a Lycan son, who has also been given up on, I am surprised that you are still surprised about me.” Alvize said, stopping me. I had to fight back growling at the man whose eyes were fixed on our parents. The odd and scary part about this was that the man showed zero emotions, and zero remorse. If anything, he didn’t seem to be in the pain that I was in.

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”