Caspian X Novels & Stories

Leonid sat inside too followed by Regina. "Are the papers done?" Alan stood up. "Yes. I will get them in 10 minutes and this casino will be ours." Saying that he walked out of the room to get his papers. Regina's ear immediately perked up when she heard that news. She had done her research. This club belonged to Dimitri Ivanov and was one of the biggest in whole Russia. If Adrian was getting it that means they would be just next to the Ivanov’s gang.

Caspian growled, his voice closer than I imagined. I turned to find Caspian, Talia and Analide standing behind us. Talia and Analide were wearing twin expressions of distaste, which only became worse when their eyes dropped to my hand. I realized Xander was still holding my fingers, and I jerked it back, but too late because Caspian’s eyes had already dropped there too. His eyes flashed at his friend. “What are you doing here, Xander?” Xander grinned, a boyishly handsome smile flashing across his face. He was really very handsome. He didn't have that “touch me and die” look that Caspian wore like a cloak, but his face was to die for.

The little white pill crunches between my teeth, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I grind it up and let it absorb under my tongue before swallowing hard. I’m sitting next to the window, and turn my head, looking out into the dark. Only a few minutes later, I pass out thanks to the Xanax. I sleep for a solid five and a half hours. Waking because I have to pee, I carefully step over my mother, who’s asleep, as well as the person in the aisle seat. My hair is still done up in a fancy updo, and enough hairspray has been applied to keep things more or less in place. My mascara ran down under my eyes, and I wipe it up, smearing the remaining eyeliner across my cheeks.

I was stupid to think he liked me this whole time. “Yes, they are all Grants men” Zac confirmed. Phillip started screaming so I glanced over to see that Grace was carving something into this chest. I was intrigued so walked closer so I could read it. PIG was now carved on his chest in big letters. “I am not a big swearer” She giggled. “No, it suits him” I smirked as I put my cigarette out on his nipple. “Want one?” I asked as I lit another taking a deep drag.

Every thought of safety while driving flew out the window, not like I ever cared about that. Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari I am the ultimate Svengali You, you bitches can't even spell that You, you hoes bugging, repel that Let me tell you this, sister I am, I am colder than a blister 'Cause my flow's so sick, and I'm a lunatic I sang along my head bobbing as the beat got harder, Nicki Minaj knew the right song to sing I mean she's such a cool woman the real deal.

Xavier saw Caspian, the Diatoranian God of War, standing outside the abandoned factory. He had been looking forward to meeting Caspian. However, now that they were about to meet, Xavier suddenly felt a little timid. This was because he had not been able to stop the Jessop family from acting up on his territory. Now, he was forced to come face-to-face with this matter. Looking at Caspian's stern expression, Xavier knew that something was wrong. And at the same time, Xavier saw a familiar corpse—Celian's. He did not expect Celian to be killed as well.

“No, you idiot. I’m asking you to come up with a plan. Something that screams the final nail in the coffin. Use that dumb little brain you hide under that fedora.” Xavier gasped. “This is a cap, not a fedora! It's Gucci limited edition…” “Do I look like I care?” “You look like a Bond villain going through a breakup.” Caspian slammed a hand on the table. “Do NOT test me, Xavier.” Xavier straightened up immediately. “Yes, sir. Got it. To destroy Dorian, I should use my brain to think of solutions.” Caspian picked up his phone, the glowing screen reflecting the fury in his eyes. His thumb hovered over the screen like he was contemplating whether to throw the phone… or message Dorian one last in

“You don’t need to do anything but throw on a sweatshirt and jacket. I promise you, the seats are greasier than you are. Come on. We brought your car back too.” “I…but…” I looked at Caspian. “That’s yours. You’re back now.” He shook his head. “Consider it an early mating gift. I already got another one.” “Yeah, a boring black CX-50.” Gamma Maddox rolled his eyes. “A what?” I looked between the two of them. Caspian sighed. “A Mazda. I think it’s perfect for what I need it.” “A what?” I asked again. The two of them laughed. “An SUV, Winter. It’s a black SUV.”

A ringing sound is echoing in my ears and I start to feel dizzy. "Woah, easy there." A male voice is heard. I was placed back onto the bed and everything fades away. Squinting my eyes to see I notice a manly figure in front of me. I couldn't make out the appearance by the darkness but I noticed that he has long fawn hair that reached just underneath his eyebrows. And tattoos everywhere with a slit brow. It seems his eyes were a darker shade of brown with his cream-white skin. "Cyrus?" I questioned my voice coming out dry. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

His thumbs dug into my cheekbones hard enough to leave bruises, but I didn't pull away. I couldn't. Caspian stood over me in the dim light of the command tent, completely naked, his broad chest still smeared with the dark, half-dried blood of the gate guards he had slaughtered to reach me. His skin radiated furnace heat, cutting through the damp chill of the canvas, smelling so heavily of copper, cedar, and raw violence that it coated the back of my throat. His silver eyes were wild and blown wide, the pupils dilated until there was barely any color left, searching my face with a frantic, starving desperation that made my own heart hammer against my ribs.