Ballora X Ennard Novels & Stories

Garren chuckled, shaking his head. "You are all crazy." "The best always are." Balor supplied. "Speaking of crazy." Balor cut in his sapphire eyes, lighting up in a way that always meant he was up to something. Everyone collectively groaned. "What have you done now?" Garren clipped, and Balor shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing you would deem sensible. But then again, I have lived on the edge my entire life, and you have always been a dot the I's and cross the T's kind of guy."

' Odessa huffed, but I ignored her, pushing off my chair and standing with my hand already held up. "Fine, we can make a deal." Nesrin's smile grew as she pulled her hands away from Thomas, a grunt leaving his lips at the loss of her magic. "He will be okay. I'm just helping soothe his wolf. Balor thought some healing might give him a little more time. But I will have to start weaving the binds of the Balors deal soon. The threads holding it together are thinning." I swallowed the lump in my throat, my eyes dipping over every muscular curve of his chest and arms. His t-shirt did nothing to hide how toned they all were.

After I told them what had happened, Anna struck me across the face. "Have you lost your mind?" she demanded. "You're going back to that psychopath? Was having your legs broken not enough for you?" I pressed a hand to my cheek. For the first time, I did not argue. I looked at both of them and spoke calmly. "The Don said someone from the Rossi family must attend the ballet." I let the words settle before I continued. "But it will not be either of us."

Ballard subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, thinking there was something dirty. Lesley smiled shyly, "Uncle Jordan, it's been a long time since we met you, and we still can't believe it for a while." Hearing this, Mr. Ballard understood, shook his head, and laughed, "Don't worry. I'm a real person, not a fake." "Yes." Lesley and Logan looked at each other and smiled. "Mr. Ballard, wanna play chess for a while?" Sean came over with the chessboard. Mr. Ballard nodded, "Okay."

I cut the thread and a ball of light consumed the button before it vanished into thin air. I looked up at Balor, swallowing hard. The corner of his lips tipped up, excitement swirling in his eyes. "I smell a storm coming, Nes, and I can't wait to watch that bitch burn,"

I knew the sound of the answer before she spoke. “Alpha Balor has not abandoned you,” Evandra said, dirt streaked across her cheekbone like war paint she’d forgotten to wipe away. “Just because you do not see him outside does not mean he is idle. He works behind the scenes, mending rips that battles leave behind—the kind that cannot be seen with the eye. Strategy. Protection.” They bowed their heads—shame, assent, relief—and turned away.