Cyrus Tpb Novelas e Histórias

Cyrus was sitting on the black leather sofa. Legs spread. Phone in one hand. Glass of whiskey in the other. He looked up. Saw us. Smiled. Slow. Dangerous. “Well,” he said softly. “Look who finally grew a spine.” He lifted the phone. Screen glowing. The photo filled the display. Me against the bookshelf. Vane’s mouth on my throat. My head thrown back. Cyrus tilted his head. “Beautiful shot,” he said. “Really captures the moment.” Vane stepped forward.

I could tell my face was getting red from the lack of steady airflow, and Cyrus’ fingers only squeezed the sides of my neck harder. “What do you mean by ‘I need him’?” Cyrus mocked. “Don't be stupid, Clyde. I don't need anyone.” He leaned in closer, his tone low and threatening. “You said it yourself, yeah? Stephen is my Beta, not you. You're just the omega, okay? Stephen should be thanking me — you both should, really — for sparing your pathetic lives. I did him a favour, letting you kick me out of my office. Know your place, Clyde.”

If Cyrus could become friends with Alpha Osiris, he could win over anyone. I was getting used to my prosthetic leg and the freedom which it brought. Life without crutches and my wheelchair, was great. Although I still used them from time to time, when I was tired or my leg hurt. Cyrus not only worked at the shelter, he and Prisha had been tasked to welcome the other humans and half-bloods. It meant he was really busy, but he loved both of his jobs. I didn’t mind, it was only temporarily and Cyrus was home with me every night and every morning. Falling asleep next to my husband and waking up next to him, those moments were really special to me. My empty bed now filled with love and laughter.

"Oh? You're not joking around with me, are you, Mr. Sutton? What kind of consultant could I be?" Cyrus wasn't an idiot. He didn't know anything about managing a business at all. How could he be a consultant? "You're a rare talent, Mr. Torenby. If we can get your help, we'll get a green light all the way, right?" Ryder was making things up with a straight face. It wasn't true at all. Ryder wanted to use Cyrus to go against Sebastian with him, as Sebastian had so many connections in Steinberg.

Was he trying to impress Raze, prove his loyalty by taking on such a vile task. He would have stood and nonchalantly watched my hero die. All thoughts are broken off by a terrifying howl. Louder than any of the others. It’s lower, from a deeper, more powerful chest, and makes every single hair stand on end. I should be scared of such a noise, but it gives me hope instead. A roar that powerful has to be Cyrus. He can kill ten men. He can definitely kill the three goons Raze has promoted to be his shield.

A Taylor son can be gay, but he shouldn't break up relationships! Cyrus, Jasper, and Alyssa stared at Mandy speechlessly. After some silence, Cyrus explained bitterly, "I gave up on Lauren because I saw how much she and Landon were in love. Landon seemed to care for her very much, and I did not want to stir trouble. All I wanted for Lauren was a smooth sailing relationship." Alyssa lowered her gaze and let out a quiet sigh. Cyrus and Lauren shared a similarity—in that they always prioritize the needs of others before themselves. They were both empathetic and sensitive.

While the recent victory over the hybrid enemies had brought some relief to Tribiano, the council was now grappling with an entirely different issue—Cyrus. Magnus had raised the proposal to appoint Cyrus as Tribiano's new Wolf Battle Leader, a position of great responsibility and trust. Cyrus had proven his worth on the battlefield, and Magnus believed in his heart that the warrior had been sent by the Moon Goddess herself. But not everyone shared Magnus's faith.

The keyboard clicked beneath her fingers, each code unlocking protocols buried deeper than nuclear launch procedures. PRIORITY ONE UPDATE — CODE MAJESTIC Her voice, calm but unwavering, carried across every active Blackglass unit worldwide. “Effective immediately. New Protocol: Guardian Ascendant. All pursuit of Subject C and Subject E. Carson is to be suspended. Field teams are to reroute to humanitarian aid, myth-containment, and Chimera-impact zones. Effective immediately—” She paused, breath steady. “Cerebus is no longer classified as a threat. He is classified as an allied asset.”

His men sighed in displease. Cyrus was the best leader they had in their gang history. He never tried to be unfair when it comes to giving their share of the profit from the transaction. He never had favoritism among the men. He was always fair in his decision. And his fear. Because of his fear engraved in other mafia bosses their gang hasn’t been attacked for years. Even Russians who never accepted their alliance saw something in Cyrus that they were ready to do business with him. Cyrus was someone different. More dangerous, more psychotic, more powerful. It wasn’t easy to surpass him. And to his men, no one can ever replace him.

"Miss this chance, and who knows how long it'll take to reconnect with Gross Group." The arena was vast. Following the signs, we walked for another fifteen minutes. After crossing an open lawn, we finally spotted Cyrus. He sat on a bench under a sunshade, a cigar between his fingers, gazing at the distant track. His profile looked even more rugged in the sunlight. At the moment, Cyrus was surrounded by several people, including Mr. Carpenter, who had previously collaborated with Yvette's company. It was from Mr. Carpenter that Yvette had learned Cyrus would be at the riding arena.