Bertholdt X Reiner Novels & Stories

He sounded very unimpressed and, as usual, bored, "Mr. Minnette had showed me his designs today for one of his clients." I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, feeling frown lines etch themselves onto my forehead, "I'm sorry but I'm not sure I know who you're speaking of." He sighed in what sounded liked deep frustration, voice turning deeper as he said, "Jaxon Minnette, ring any bells?" Face palming myself due to my stupidity, I quickly said, "Oh, what about his designs?" "He had mentioned that you had helped him with it," Gunnar mused in what sounded like disbelief.

Clara tried to reason with the cold-faced guy. " Not Mr. His name is Xavier. Xavier Reynold is the eldest son of Reynolds and I would advise you to always remember that name because it will forever be imprinted on your life , till you take your last breath. " Over comed with fear, she subconsciously took few steps back .... "If we are clear, let's proceed, time is really not on my side." Ignoring her shocked expression, he asked the priest to proceed.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

“ Maximo Romano. You are? “ The man greeted. I made sure he saw my left hand as I greeted back. “ Brianna, Trentino. “ I introduced “ Ah, the famous Brianna. I have a feeling we will be great friends,” he said but I didn’t like the mischievous look on his face. Romano chuckled and gestured for Maximo to go to his side. He placed his hand around Maximo’s shoulder and a look of pride flashed his face.

The woman was forced to comply, sat back down but continued to avoid Erna's gaze. "So this is Erna?" Karl pointed Erna, then his finger stopped at Alec. "And you …" The man immediately extended his hand to Karl. “Alec. Alec Berthold. "Berthold?" Karl shook Alec's hand, laughing softly. “Wow, it's been a long time since I heard of the Berthold surname. Is Pierre Berthold still alive?" Alec's pupils briefly enlarged, before returning to their original size. "Yes, he is."

"Not for the ice cream. Thanks for tonight. What you said in the car. It helped. More than you know." My head sank back against the bed frame. Nikolas Sica wasn't a bad person. He was once a misguided and entitled twat agreed. But had times been different, perhaps Charis would have been here. In this exact scenario. With her son. His father and herself. A family. The thought of it brought a tear to my eye.

“I killed Veronica… I killed Veronica.” The weight of the words crushed him, and he sagged under his guilt. Emma reached for him. “No. You didn’t. This is Lisa’s fault.” “Don’t speak that cursed name in front of me, Emma,” Bertolt snarled. “I will kill her. I will destroy her.” A twisted grin crossed his face as he turned away, heading toward Reinhardt’s room. He stopped at the glass wall and stared inside. Reinhardt lay unconscious, his body badly battered but he would heal. The fact that he had needed medical help at all was shocking. It was proof of just how powerful Lisa truly was.