Conclave Novels & Stories

“Come on my cock while you eat my wife’s cunt.” He rubbed her clit faster. Elena shattered a fourth time, moan muffled against Nadia, her pussy pulsing tight around him. The clamp pulled Grant over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard—thick, hot pulses flooding her until it leaked out around his cock with every final thrust. He stayed locked inside her for a long moment, breathing hard. When he finally pulled out, a heavy trickle of cum slipped down Elena’s inner thigh. Nadia was the one who gathered it with two fingers and pushed it back inside her, slow and deliberate, while Grant watched.

Hidden from view was a small cardboard box, carefully positioned to avoid detection. Ivy's gaze darted to the door, then back to the box, the pacing of her heart increasing with each passing second. Without further hesitation, she lifted the lid, revealing a stack of files and documents neatly arranged within. Her eyes scanned the contents, racing through page after page of a proposed business contract worth billions of dollars which she had never seen before. The Querétaro City Project: A massive development endeavor spanning luxury resorts, commercial complexes and residential towers.

I’d successfully made it through the entire evening without the thought of her or our little predicament looming over my head. Glancing at the small white card in front of the man, I squinted, reading his name. Alpha Conan Malik and Luna Samatha Malik of Amethyst Mountain. “I’d prefer if you wouldn’t disrespect my wife and mate,” James spoke through gritted teeth, ignoring the question. “I’d hardly find it disrespectful to anyone asking where my old friend is,” Conan narrowed his eyes. “You are welcome to reach out to your old friend if you’d like to know about her whereabouts these days,” James snapped, clearly irritated by this man. My fingers found his atop my thigh, and I traced the skin

"Would you like me to reschedule them?" "No." He glanced at the clock. "Tell them I'm unavailable." "Of course, sir." The call ended. Kane opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out another phone. This one wasn't for business meetings or investors. It existed for situations exactly like this. He dialed. "Greg." "Sir." "I want two men on Mona." A brief silence. "Close protection?" "Discreet." "Understood." "And nobody approaches her unless there's an immediate threat."

They all stared at me confused, surely the situation is not favorable since a flight to Rome might take a while, and the quest could go for a few hours or even days as the sub-quest will surely require us to force our way in the Vatican. "Decline!" I announced and the quest was then terminated. [Declining the sub-quest Glimpse of the Holy Archives means that you will decipher the statue without the aid of the Holy Archives, Do you still wish to decline?] + Bonus Reward: The Key of the Covenant "Yes!" I said. "Azriel, why did you do that?" Now they started asking. "What do you mean?" I asked, "Ah, don't worry I have an idea!" I said and pointed at my head.

Sandra was quiet for a moment, he half expected her to give him a sarcastic answer, but it must have been something in his tone that stopped him from questioning him. “Okay, what should I tell them is the reason for this conference?” He could hear her typing away at her laptop. “Just tell them that Ivan D’Heart will be making an appearance.” Andrew’s eyes bugged out of his head, that he almost reached over and hung up the call, but instead pressed the speaker button. “What!” Sandra expressed her shock for the first time since Deagan met her, she was usually calm and collected about everything. “You heard correctly, Mr D’Heart has decided that it’s about time that he takes control of his own

He gently pulled the small black book from her hands and opened the cover. He had studied the small book in his hand. It was just larger than the palm of his hand and the cover was a mix of Black and Grey. Curiously, he flipped the cover open, the first-page blank. Logan wondered what kind of book this was and thumbed another page open, small scribbles in all caps spreading the first paper. COMBINATION #74 SUCCESSFUL. TRIAL RUN ON THREE INDIVIDUALS AND ALL TRIALS SUCCESSFULLY ENDED IN COMA. PREPARE FOR PRESENTATION AND PRODUCTION. NOTE: KEEP THE SLIDING PAPER ON THE PAGE.

"From what I've read, I was more of a political statement than a daughter. The fulfillment of some prophecy. A genetic experiment." "Is that what he told you?" Winters looks genuinely alarmed. "Not him. The journal. The parts that only show up in moonlight." Understanding dawns in his eyes. "You've seen the lunar ink. Already? That's... unexpected. The glamours really are failing faster than we anticipated." "Who's 'we,' exactly?" I ask. "The journal mentioned something called the Conclave. It said you're part of it. That you've been watching me." Winters runs a hand through his graying hair. "Yes. The Conclave is a coalition of

"How many people have that kind of clearance?" "Including you and me? Eight." "So one of my most trusted advisors is trying to kill me." He laughed, dark and bitter. "Perfect. Just perfect." "There's more." Vera's expression went grim. "I just got word from our contact in Redclaw territory. They're calling a Conclave." Whatever that meant, it made Kael go very still. "When?" "Three days. They're invoking the old laws, claiming you've created an illegal bloodline bond with a human outside pack approval. They want the Conclave to rule on whether the child is legitimate."

“Well, too late. I was already knee-deep in it.” He nodded, guilt written all over his face. “I found out the truth two nights ago, during the Conclave meeting,” he said. I frowned. “The Conclave?” “The Four Arms,” he explained. “A ruling council of sorts. Volodymir’s clan. Adrian Balshov. My clan. And human representatives. We meet to decide on matters that cross bloodlines, races, and realms.” I stared at him, stunned.