Christopher Paolini Novels & Stories

The boy who once bowed his head and signed whatever contract was placed in front of him… now stood with defiance woven into every bone. And still, Paolo couldn’t look at him without seeing the conference footage. That look he gave Kieran Wolfe. That softness. That shameful vulnerability captured in high definition. Paolo’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Do you think this makes you strong? Letting your feelings run your mouth in front of the press?” “I think it makes me human.” “No. It makes you a liability.” “And being your puppet made me a shell.” Paolo stepped closer. “I built you.”

Liam gave me the best response ever. “You have my approval as long as you will take full responsibility for that she-wolf,” I turned toward my clothes, pulling out some outfits. “Thank you, Leo. What about you, Max?” Liam ask. “You fucking have my approval as long as Piper isn't my sister,” the bastard stated and I couldn't help but smile to myself. “Thank you so much, Dudes. I owe y…” Liam’s voice hung in the air when we heard the doorbell. We all paused for a short moment.

It was a rich, decadent, tiramisu, "How did you meet Don? And how are you liking the mafia life?" Sofia was a very nice woman. She was extremely sweet and was really smart. She was working towards getting her PhD in Italian history. I was about to answer, but then I felt Mariano's hand on my bare thigh under the table. I coughed. "We met at work, actually." I said, shakily. Mariano's fingers reached my core. He pinched my upper thigh. "I work at a cafe, while I'm still in University. He was there with Luca, our Capo."

It was a custom-made Calvin Klein pajamas and it suits Michael’s charisma very well, it added to his hotness every time I saw him wear this one. When I got his pajama, I wasted no more time and I immediately smelled it as if it's some kind of drug. I can't help but swallow my saliva as the enormous smell of his precum wafted heavily on my nose. It was intoxicating and at the same time, it slowly aroused me to the point that I can't wait for Michael to cum inside my mouth anymore. "Fuck! You look so hot smelling that thing, mate. Don't stop masturbating my dick." Michael commanded me and I immediately obey him. I masturbate his hard dick while I was also so engrossed in smelling the precum th

Two sandwiches and a bowl of chili later, and I was full. Another wolf entered. He was very tall, probably six and a half feet. He had long blonde hair. Although not as muscular as either Alpha, he was clearly a powerful wolf. I noticed that Talia looked up at him but then blushed and looked away. I gave her a questioning look, but she quickly turned away from me. “Harley, this is Anders’ Beta, Neil.” He held out his hand and I took it, shaking his hand.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

The guard I had grown close to. I sobbed into the kiss as Brian plaued with my body when he finally pulled away from me moving his mouth down to my neck whispering to mein my ear comfortingly. "Shhh I promise you, I maybe a cannibal killer, but my oh my how I would love to have you as mine."' I tried fighting when Brian had let me go and I found that I wasn't gonna be able to get out. I turned to see Brian approaching me. I cried out and tried to run away but he was too fast for me and too big. He then took out what I saw as a needle and soon I was out and I didn't know what happned after that. Before falling asleep I saw him take Martin from under his bed and placed his body in his bed cov

I gritted my teeth as I stood up and ripped the pliers from his leg, throwing them across the room. "How many were there?" I asked, turning around and facing Christoper again. His skin was paler now, and he was on the verge of passing out. I gripped his shirt and tipped his head up to face me. "How many were there?" I shouted. "Three big guys, I didn't see their faces. The one guy he, he said something about getting his family on his side. So I hid until they thought I was gone, and I followed them out of the abandoned warehouse by the docks. He said something about his daughter being a cop and that if he could get her, then they'd have better access to arrest and hospital reports." I punche

My entire body locked in total paralysis while heavy, clawed fingers clamped around my esophagus, slamming me backward against the rough bark of a towering pine. "Cain?" I flinch, almost dropping my tablet onto the cobblestones. My head snaps up, my brows pulling together as I lock eyes with a tall, well-built young wolf standing before me. He has sharp jawed features, dark wavy hair spilling over his collar, and an expression of pure bewilderment that matches my own state of shock. "Cain Whitmore... right?" The realization hits my brain like a physical blow. "Marlowe!" Marlowe Laurent—Rafe Kensington’s younger brother. He stands nearly six feet tall, broad-shouldered with a cut frame, dress

“Why didn't you ever tell me you had such a cute dog?” Diana could not help but get excited when she met ‘Brownie’, Alpha Darren's white Pomeranian. Alpha Darren shrugged his shoulders. “Because you didn't ask?” Apparently Diana was too busy playing with the dog that she didn't extend her question.