Caine X Bubble Novels & Stories

"How could she have such power? Given her current status in the entertainment industry, there's no way she could get Bubble to write songs and choreograph for her. Besides, didn't she study classical dance? Bubble's choreography is street dance; wouldn't she look out of place trying to dance that?” This hit hard: "So, you also think that Bubble is writing songs for Jayden, right?” “Bubble has always written only for Jayden, hasn’t she? She hasn’t written for anyone else, right?” After saying this, Maxim, who had been silent until now, glanced at Tatiana, a glimmer of gold flashing in his eyes.

"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.

While his thoughts were suggestive, I understood that it was a starting point for us. Kane took charge of preparing the bath, and I eagerly joined him. The warm water enveloped me, melting away the remnants of the journey's fatigue and tension. Returning home brought a sense of comfort, and the soothing lavender scent of the bubble bath only enhanced the relaxation. Kane's touch was persistent, his hands wandering as he pleased, an unspoken promise of the passionate night that awaited us.

I asked as he walked. “I want to fuck his memory out of you”, Caine said. “Oh yeah?” My voice nearly broke. “I don’t want you to even remember his name” he continued, like he had not heard my squeaky reply. “And then?” I prompted. “Put you to sleep,” he finished. “Do it” I whispered. "First, I have to wash off the scent of the new sheet from you and the smell of the kitchen off me. Give me a minute, I'll run a bath" he said.