Björn Andresen Novels & Stories

“This is Jasper Denis. My most skilled warrior. He will show you around the pack today.” “Okay,” I muttered when he gestured to Jasper to leave us alone. Once the door was closed behind us, Beta Rodriguez got up from his place and walked towards me. “Call me Andres when we are not alone,” he said, and I nodded my head. I thought he would walk back to his place, but he surprised me as he lightly traced my cheek while I stood as still as a statue. Various emotions swirled in his eyes when he quickly pulled back and turned around.

Bjorn gingerly rubbed his sore wrists, and then his shoulders which had cramped from holding his hands squeezed behind him for so long. “What’s going on here?” Bjorn asked, wondering what kind of mess he’d gotten himself into. His friends had warned him that dallying with these meet-for-sex apps would get him in trouble. Seems he was in a heap of it right now. Williamson started to say something when the older man casually strolled forward. “Bjorn Haraldsson, is that your name?” He did not offer a hand to shake. He was tall and thin and looked like he knew his way around a day spa. He was pretty much the opposite of Bjorn– short, muscular, fingernails perpetually caked with dirt from cemeter

The place lacked any emotional appeal — no family pictures, no personal taste that could give you an inkling of who or what Gunnar Astor was as a man. The sound of a door unlocking resonated through the room and I stilled like the freaking statue I always turned to in his presence. A door creaking opened followed next and I watched as everything moved in slow motion. I fisted the hem of my blazer in my palms and gulped when Gunnar stepped out of a room adjoined to his office. The black button-down he wore was open, tanned skin and chiseled body left on display. His dress slacks hung low on his hips and my eyes traced the lines leading down bellow, completely drinking up this God-like man. I

“ 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 one's tasked with royal duties, the kind of duties no one ever talked about or lived to tell the tale. The man turned to look at me. His hair was dark brown, and his face and bronzed skin were littered with scars. The woman was equally as tall. Her blonde hair was braided and pulled back like many of the warriors did when going into battle. She had a scar above her brow, and her ivory skin was covered in scars similar to the man. "I am Hercules, and this is Astrid." Both Damon and I exchanged a look before nodding. "Where is the prisoner?" Damon asked.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

" Björn tensed and felt something inside him when he heard the description, he didn't want to think he was Ava's type. - Since when? -Björn asked, once again covering his anger at his brother. -It's always been that way, although I don't shout it from the rooftops. I have peculiar tastes, Björn. -A man's voice on the microphone interrupted their conversation. -Well, I'll go to my table, may the best man win.

“I’m talking about Andrine Jarl—Bjorn’s wife.” Gabriel’s eyes widened, and he looked momentarily taken aback. “Bjorn and Andrine are married only on contract, Ivan!” he snapped, struggling to keep his composure. “Andrine is only 16 years old—too young for us to fully leverage her status. And with Bjorn in a coma after the accident, there’s no chance to secure that marriage properly for at least two more years. We don’t have that kind of time. The Jarl project is slipping away as we speak!”

His blue eyes see everything. Egon Andersen walks in behind him. He is our Beta War Commander. He is taller than me and has big muscles. He protects our Silverclaw Kingdom. He kills anyone who crosses us. He spends his free time with Katharina Nielsen, his mate. Mads Andersen sits at the big table with his computer. He is the Moon Treasury Keeper. He counts all our gold. "The Moonstone Relic House opens in one hour," Mads says. He does not look up.

I replied. "Wow, what amazing advice, thank you," She said sarcastically but still did as I said. I sat my ass on a different table from Ivan and his wife, His wife back faced me and I was met with a pair of dark eyes. Ivan looked around forty, he had black hair with streaks of grey peeking through, and he had a neck tattoo of a snake just below his ear. I bit my lip at him while he still remained in conversation with his wife.