Blaine Kurt Novels & Stories

Luther said, clearing his throat with a hint of impatience. His voice was firm, restoring a sense of order, even though the tension remained thick in the air. One after the other, they all returned to their seats. Curtis shifted closer to Tessa, lowering his voice into a whisper meant only for her ears. His tone carried warning, his gaze sharp as he leaned in. “I’m telling you right now,” he said quietly, each word pressed with intention, “this is the CEO of BlueSky. You better not do anything stupid. Don’t offend him. I’ll try to get Lauren to change her mind.”

He bit out, his blue eyes searing power. "You might be the chairman..." "Not might, I am. And you're not allowed to utter a word without my permission. You're only a partner here. You don't run this organization." Without hesitation, I sealed my lips and looked down at the table, fidgeting with my pen. I looked back at him but he wasn't looking at me anymore. He had his gaze concentrated on the files in front of him. There was something I learnt about Kurt. He didn't talk much. He didn't like talking. He'd always prefer action over any talking. I knew that even if Wesley and Liam went ahead with their plans of ruining his life, they wouldn't have been able to. Kurt would have fought back. He

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

I was about to speak up since Jonathan wanted to remain anonymous. “He works for them.” Kurt spoke up, getting into view, looking a bit worse for the ware. “You’re actually looking at one of the guys who financially backs the Silvercloud company.” Kurt gestured to me. “Whoa… wait? You're Kinsley?” the blonde blinked wide green eyes at me. “Yes. I’m John Kinsley.” I nodded, not sure where this was going. “You’re a lot hotter than I thought you’d be.” the blonde smirked.

“Wait it’s just your siblings, right? Curtis too?” Blake gave me a grin as if he was enjoying my mind working. “Curtis has decided to stay home this weekend he is swamped at work was what I was told. I think this may allow us to see what Curtis does over the weekend so trust me I have someone tracking him the whole time.”

"Did you know that?" "Sure. He is the point one. Don't let the handsome looks deceive you. He is bad. So, stop crushing." Bold voice responded. "Oh my God. But you know he is my crush." tiny voice whined. "Too bad. He is hooked. I don't envy girls with cultists though. Those guys are brutal." "So, I’ve heard. And he’s going to be the Student Union President," the tiny voice asserted. "I’ll still vote for him, though—because he is my crush."

I am the eldest son of an Alpha and a breeder, a strong one, so my father pushed me harder to use a breeder, but I had hoped for my mate. The batch from North America didn't interest me nor did the batch from the South. The current batch is from Central America and so far held no interest for me either until she came out. Many of us higher ups sat up when she came out in her pale blue dress. She stood up on the podium and above her on the flat screen, came her statistics. ALPHA ONLY PRIME BREEDER NAME: KATE MARIE PAYNE AGE: 16 HAIR: BLONDE EYES: SILVER GREY

There was a playful edge to his tone, though it didn’t hide the intensity beneath it. Kurt, standing slightly behind him, was just as striking, his blue eyes darker, his dark blond hair swept back. His stature was imposing, yet his presence was somehow more reserved than Vance’s. But the respect in his gaze was undeniable, and he too regarded her with quiet interest. “It’s a pleasure,” he added, his voice deep and steady.

Then, there was a BMW X5, glinting under the courtyard lights. Stepping out, I inhaled deeply, absorbing the sheer opulence—before my breath hitched. A massive black Boerboel emerged from the shadows, panting heavily as it locked its gaze onto me. A silent, unmoving presence. A death stare. I stiffened, instinctively stepping back. "It doesn’t bite," a voice drawled lazily. I looked up. Kurtis. Perched on the first-floor balcony, he leaned against the railing, a glass of wine in hand. Dressed in a simple, light shirt and white shorts, he looked entirely unbothered. "Stop staring and join me."