Caine X Bubble Novels & Stories

"I'll get them." Her head tilted slightly, satisfied, before she sank a little deeper into the water until only her face remained visible, bubbles shifting around her. For a moment, nothing else was said. Just the soft sound of water moving. Her breathing. His. Then— A sniffle. Soft. Barely there. But he heard it. Of course he did. Kane pushed off the counter slowly, stepping closer before crouching beside the tub. The bubbles brushed against his forearms as he leaned in slightly.

He pulls me into a hug when he reaches me, both of us looking in surprise at Cain when he makes an odd sort of feral growling noise, which he almost immediately covers by coughing. "Did you just growl?" I ask with a laugh and he frowns at me, shaking his head as though I'm crazy so I look at Damien for backup and he nods. While Gale is walking across the course at a speed that a sloth could overtake her, Damien and I try, and fail, to imitate the sound Cain made just now, stopping when he shoots us a look that lets us know how much he's not enjoying our joke.

Who taught others how to make burner accounts to post anonymously? "Every piece of verified evidence you provide means moving your name one place up the defendant list. At 5:00 pm, submissions close. "The person whose name is still at the very bottom will be responsible for 12.5 million dollars in compensation and all associated criminal charges." I scanned the faces in front of me—ashen one second, then flickering with something menacing the next—and added, "Good luck."

Water sloshed as she clung to the glass, her reflection warping comically. "Solar-powered bubbles," Cassian said, steadying her with a smirk. "Generates energy. The floor? Pure pettiness. My architect thought ‘why walk when you can glide?’" He tapped the glass where a silver carp nuzzled Amara’s distorted reflection. "That’s Bubbles. He’s harmless. Mostly judges your posture." Amara glared at the carp. "He’s smirking." "Robotic fish don’t smirk," Cassian deadpanned. "They lack facial muscles. Unlike Jacques."

Alone and with Cole. Cain's POV "And this" I kissed her baby bump,"and this" then back to her neck then back to her full lips. I kneaded one of her breasts as I trailed back to her neck. She let out moans that turned me on. "Moan my name Lee. Leila, moan my name" I demanded get rid of my shirt and playing with one of her nipples. "Cain, don't stop..." I smiled but my phone buzzed on the nightstand making me jolt from her.

Like a beast's roar strangled before it could form. "The first one he sent. The second one he spoke to himself. What's that old bag of bones afraid of besides the cold? Afraid no one will remember his name?" Cain stood across from Luna. Both hands braced on the table's edge. He looked down at the Greyhollow coordinate pinned beneath her coffee cup. His ice-blue eyes held a faint silver sheen in the projector's blue light. Deep as the color of the sea beneath ice. He said nothing. But the hilt of the blade beside his hand emitted a thin metallic whimper. Pheromones seeped from his palm into the leather wrapping of the hilt. They nudged the blade a single micron from its sheath.

Reyna groaned and clutched her head. She hadn’t drunk any alcohol so why was her head drumming like she had been on nothing but bread and alcohol for an entire day? And what was that noise? Who let the showers on? A click - the sound of the water was cut off and then a delicious male scent filled her nostrils. Her eyes flickered open to see Cain walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel on. Water droplets dripped down his hair, trickled down his sharp jawline that was sharp enough to cut diamond, down those hard pectoral muscles and then slipping past into the Netherlands.

Roy’s P.O.V His expression was like a cold star, his nose straight, and his silence was as cold as ice. Quite similar and also different from Bryan’s indifference, Cain’s indifference has a hint of malice and death, like a daffodil that died quietly. “Little bunny,” A smirk pulled the sides of his lips up as he pushed back his head and took a swig from the bottle in his hands. “Don’t call me that.” I snapped, my voice had a familiar shake in it as a lump formed in my throat, “What are you doing here?”

There was half a glass of wine on the shelf next to the claw foot bath. Ann turned her head to look at the camera so the recording was POV, rather than her looking directly at Bill. "Well hello big boy. Oh, are you filming me?" It was obvious that it was not as if he had come in as a surprise, but they had crafted the 'plot' for the movie well. Bill did not respond, true to the POV theme, but she continued. "I bet you want to see what's under all these lucky bubbles don't you you naughty boy?", teasing in her sultry voice.

The Vampires were running toward them, but the bubble of Jo’s powers around them wasn’t allowing any of the enemy's bullets to hit the trio. It wasn’t enough for Cassidy just to turn the bullets away from the prisoners, though. The Vampires and Hunter Assassins continued to fire, and if even one bullet got through, it could cost their side a life. In a matter of seconds, Cassidy had moved their group within the bubble between the firing squad and the prisoners, expanding the bubble so that all of the prisoners were in it as well.