Romans & histoires Black Knights Novel Ava And Pierce

Even with minimal adornment, her natural elegance was a weapon. “How is the pup?” Blake asked. News of the accident had traveled. Avery smiled, a genuine warmth breaking through. “She is already chasing rabbits in the garden. She’ll be discharged soon. Thank you for the concern.” Their conversation flowed easily as they walked through the estate. Blake mentioned he had imported a massive, black war-steed from the Northern Wastes and suggested they ride later. Avery, who had learned to ride in the southern ports, smiled. She wasn't a champion, but she wouldn't fall.

Thus, my sword came trembling down just beside her. She sighed, kicking it away. I held gasps from the pawns. Emily held Piper, making her close her eyes at the sight. “What? Surprised?” she asked. I trembled, with my lips quivering. This couldn’t be. “Tell me, who’s at risk now, Ava?” She said as she approached me. Knight Lydia styled the sword approaching me. “Any last words?” she spat, as I laid on the ground with dirt covered all over me.

Adrian's POV The private investigator's report sat on my desk like an accusation and I had read it so many times the words blurred together. Ava was alive, safe, and working in a bookstore in Silver Creek territory and living in a room above the shop. Relief should have flooded through me but rage came instead. She was close enough to reach yet completely beyond my grasp. The investigator had been clear about the complications. Prince Dante had placed her under unofficial protection and anyone who interfered would face consequences from the Alpha King himself.

He asked, trailing a finger along the juncture of her inner thigh smirking as she twitched. “You know how he is. He growls at everything that he doesn’t like and grunts at everything else.” She murmured. Ava panted as he teased her, never touching her wet center. She was enjoying his attention on her sensitive body and had no plans to give it up for a while but she couldn’t let Kane think that he could move on just like that. Instead, she would enjoy the fruits of having both men to herself. She sighed with bliss as she felt him finally touch her where she wanted him to touch her the most. Her body ached with need and he was pretty good at satisfying her desires, not as good as Kane, but he

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Chapter 5 Aviana Aviana Grey adjusted the hem of her fitted blazer, her pulse steady despite the weight of the moment. The grand estate of the Iron vine towered over her like an imposing force weighing down on her confidence, showing just a little of what was to come as soon as she stepped inside the gate or the mansion. She stepped forward, her heels clicking against the pavement, exuding the confidence of a woman who belonged. Infiltrating the most feared mafia family on the East Coast required more than just a flawless résumé—it demanded a mask, and Aviana had perfected hers.

He had a soft heart beneath his cold exterior. Ava launched herself at me to attack me. I felt the primal urges stirring within me. She stood before me, her eyes blazing with the same ferocity mirrored in mine. With a snarl, I lunged at her, claws extended, each swipe fueled by centuries of instinct. Ava met my attacks with equal force, her fangs bared in a menacing growl. Our battle echoed through the throne room, a symphony of growls and snarls, each clash of teeth and claws reverberating in the air. Yet, beneath the fury, a pang of sorrow tugged at my heart. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. We were sisters, bound by blood and loyalty. But in this moment, we were nothing more than tw

“I don’t know where.” Fear spiked. “Lucien?” “If anything happens,” he continued softly, “you run. You don’t look back.” “No,” Ava said fiercely. “I won’t.” “Ava,” he murmured, voice fading, “I love you.” The line went dead. Lucien is taken alive, but captive. Ava is fleeing the city under fire. Ethan is bound by a promise he may not survive keeping. And Victor Blackwell has finally claimed his prize. The price of staying has been paid in blood.

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