Novel & Cerita Capitano X Lumine

All the men were staring at me head to toe, some even whistled. Hayden let out a warning growl, telling them not to stare at his mate. I walked down and took Hayden's hand. "Stunning." He whispered to me. I blushed. "Today we are here to present my mate, Annabel Ferrars, as the new Luna. " He turned to face me. "Annabel Ferrars. Will you sacrifice yourself to protect your pack?" "I will." "Will you uphold your title as Luna and do your duties with pride?"

The envoy from the Sunlit pack arrived a week later, the envoy consisted of seven men and five women with the Alpha included. The Alpha George was a tall huge chunk of a man with bluish black hair that brought attentions to his fiery eyes. He had an intimidating aura surrounding him that screamed for submission. The Alpha Lucien, his son Damien and a few emissaries were present to welcome them. Though of smaller built than George, Lucien was no less intimidating with his pale white skin, cold blue eyes and well-proportioned muscles.

"We're going to make sure you and your friends get back home. But I need you to be brave and show us where this camp is. Can you do that?" Still sniffling, Axel managed a small nod. Vitale squeezed his shoulder, then looked to Marco. "Contact Luca, have him send a medical team to our coordinates immediately. This boy needs care." Next he turned to Delta. "Prepare to move out at dawn. We're going to pay this camp a visit and free those captive omegas." Delta inclined his head. "As you command, Alpha."

Santiago walked over to the desk and opened his laptop. The front page of *ModenTrend Confidential* was open: an exclusive blog followed by independent fashion houses and scouts. The headline made his jaw tighten. **“A Tale of Two Capsules: Cortez’s VantaCore Faces IP Mirror Debate”** Under it, a photo collage of Ximena’s leaked sketch overlays compared to VantaCore’s final visuals. Line by line. Seam by seam. Colour gradient to colour gradient. Lucien said softly, “They’re not just whispering anymore. They’re documenting it.”

his Capo said, confusion etched on his face. “Are you able to work?” Antonio grinned. “Your wish is my command.” “Good,” Lucifer smirked and whispered something in his ear.

Aspan was dangerous when out of control. What is the reason for this rift? Is this GIRL? Neah Capo is Lucifer's real form on earth; this petite girl can't stand even his sight.

"We bought some time, but that's all. The muties will either return in force or whittle us down. There's no way to stop them, not without help from the Navy, and more is everything" Salom was about to agree when someone cleared her throat. Both officers turned to find that Captain Lucy had entered the tent. A civilian stood at her side. The man was dressed in a ball cap, plaid shirt, and khaki shorts. He could have passed for a tourist if it hadn't been for the shoulder holster and combat boots that he wore. Marco raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" Lucy produced her usual shit-eating grin. "I would like you to meet Dr. Anselm Bato, sir. He works for a company called Doug Douglas Enterprises".

The low amber glow of the chandelier casting eerie silhouettes over the faces of men who had built empires on blood and fear and unwavering loyalty. I sat at my usual spot at the long mahogany table with fingers drumming idly against the polished surface my gaze locked on Don Vittorio Romano. The man with a similar last name to mine but we still don’t share a single thing. The Capo dei Capi. The man who despite his failing health still had the audacity to challenge me.

“Don, Capo Genino is here to see you.” Alonso stuck his head in the door to notify Xander whose fingers immediately stilled on the keys of his laptop. “Bring him in.” Xander smirked and closed the lid on his device before leaning back in his seat. “Don Moretti.” Joseph Genino bowed his head in respect as the door closed behind him. “Have you come to me with a decision?” Xander cocked an eyebrow, but his face remained stoic.

Santi calmly replied. "That man Lucifer, that asshole is so fucking expensive. If I didn't need his assistance at sea, I wouldn't have hired him," Uno grumbled, making Santi smile. "Is your complaint about his service f*e, or about Mr. Lucifer himself, el señor?" Santi asked, making Uno scoff. "I don't like that asshole, but I like his fucking service," Uno replied. He stood up, walked to the window, and stood there. "May I speak, el señor?"