Cain Yours To Claim Mga Nobela at Kwento

Now I am a determined man, and there shall be nothing and no one that will come in my way in my pursuit to claim what is mine. Though if you look at it, what I wish to claim is truly not mine. Therefore one can say, I wish to take something that does not belong to me. But I believe in all of my destiny that I have a right to it. I do not want to share; Christian Caine is not a man that does. I want to be alone at the top; I want it all to be mine. Yes, I have grown somewhat ruthless and a bit power-hungry.

"Claimant Haley Sterling. Relationship: aunt, chaos insurance, emergency bad influence." The Hollowsmith bowed. "Claimant Hollowsmith. Relationship: builder of pauses, witness to first rest." Aaliyah's voice burst through. "Claimant Aaliyah Chen. Relationship: big sister in all matters involving illegal networks." Ben followed. "Claimant Ben Carter. Relationship: ledger, financial guardian, and purchaser of one moon pending title verification." Marcus's voice came last. Weak. Bleeding. Unmoved. "Claimant Marcus Thorne. Relationship: door."

"I'd like to say I'm gutted at losing, but that was impressive so I don't even care that I'm buying." "I told you." Cain drops his arm around my shoulders and smiles smugly at her. After being thoroughly congratulated by everyone, he tells them to go shower and dress so Cally can pay up already, then he leans over and nuzzles me. "I'm so fucking hard for you right now. Have you got the energy for me?"

I pause, feeling myself getting highly flustered again. “Ah,” Kain seems to understand what I’m trying to convey to him. He pulls me onto his lap, holding me close to his chest and forcing me to straddle him before he speaks, his voice smooth and kind, “I thought it was obvious that I was serious about you… but perhaps I should have spelt it out. Liam, you’re not just a fling. When I said I claimed you, I meant I want to date you. To have you, only you. I’ll stop being a playboy if it proves how serious I am… but, well, I can’t let anyone know about us. Not until this company is completely mine.”

“That’s not a problem, your assigned bodyguards are right outside the door and they should be able to take you there.” Her smile falls a bit but she nods slightly. “And you?” My lips twists up in a smile knowing she wanted me to be the one to take them. “Oh I have a delivery to wait for. It’s for you actually, your surprise should be ready by the time you arrive.” Her eyes twist in confusion, but I pretend I do not notice. Instead I stand to get my card and drop it in front of her. “Use this.” “I doubt that it is necessary. I have…”

Alora Well, this is fifty seven shades of fucked the hell up. I am standing back here at the back of the room, behind the podium where Killian is currently addressing his wolves. He's explaining that I'm his mate, and we have claimed each other. I almost choke on that, but I manage to hold it in.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Xyla Quest.” Cain instantly realized who she was. “No wonder you looked so familiar. You’re that Xyla who regularly appears on the list of hot topics, aren’t you?” Xyla nodded. “It is my pleasure to meet you. Does this jade mine belong to you?” Cain asked. “Yes, it belongs to me.” “Take my advice; don’t keep digging. You’ll only lose money if you don’t stop,” Cain said. Xyla chuckled again. “I intend to keep digging,” she replied with a calm expression.

"You are under arrest!" ^^^^^^^^

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Cade licked his lips as he gazed at Quinn’s exposed furry belly. Quinn held out his hand. “Now, I think we need to do something else.” “Like what?” Cade said without thinking, as he put his hand in Quinn’s. His Daddy had exposed him to so many wonderful things. “I need to claim you without any psycho trying to take you as his,” Quinn said. “Or hers.” “I hope it’s all over,” Cade said anxiously. “If it isn’t, we’ll find them too,” Quinn said, with a grim expression.