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.

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.

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.

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.

-Björn needed to do something else before going back to the hotel and talking to Christine. - Breakfast? -Björn hadn't had a bite to eat all morning. -Perfect. -After a few bites, Björn's father broke the silence. -Tell me, do you have someone in mind for your future marriage? -Björn took a sip from his cup of black coffee wiped his lips with the cloth napkin. -Yes. You'll be delighted with my future wife. -Anton raised his eyebrows as he listened confidently to Björn.

“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!”

‘I’d like to see my father too,’ Qadira says in our mind space, watching him. “Qadira would like to see your bear, her father, too,” I tell him. “You already did, little hybrid,” he says, but his voice is deeper, making me think it’s his bear speaking now. “Not in any way that we could get to know him or you,” I say. “And you still haven’t given me your name.” “Bjorn and my bear is Asbjorn.” “Nice to meet you,” I say. As we get closer to his den, I catch the scents of several other creatures. I say creatures because they smell like me, like true hybrids.