Dc Knight Novels & Stories

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

I must find out who is behind this Maya before the day of the fight. DENNIS’S POV I had always known... I had always known Arthur’s mate was human. I might be Arthur’s oldest friends and right hand man but I have a different prejudice of the humans from him despite the fact that they dealt with my clan for years back. Yes, I am a werewolf. The first time I saw Eleanor, she was different. There was this kind and nice aura around her and I try to protect her as much as I can. I couldn’t blame Arthur for the decision he made that has put the life of his Luna in danger but hearing her throw the sudden question to me after her training that day made me feel I should do more to protect her.

"I just like listening to gossip! But this isn't gossip, is it? This is real! The whole black van situation in the old sector? I have so many theories. What if that guy Davan you were talking about isn't actually a villain? What if he just has his own agenda? Like, think about it structurally. He hasn't harmed Caelith, right? He just gave her a card. Maybe he's a rogue agent trying to balance the grand houses from the inside." Caelith stared at Phoebe, her jaw slightly open. The sheer, unadulterated absurdity of this random engineering student dropping massive analytical truths while complaining about a broken bug was completely overwhelming. "And that other guy," Phoebe continued, her eyes

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

The bone framework within his transformed substance hummed with the weight of countless forgotten lives, their collective determination to matter despite systematic erasure. Dawn broke across the horizon, light streaming through the Shadow Knight's form, casting patterns like constellation shadows across the ground where he stood. Neither fully darkness nor light, but something necessary to both, he continued the journey that would ultimately transform not just the Grand Inquisitor, but the realm itself.

she replied already turning pink. She was the first and only female to call him by name and he loved it. He was referred to as the lord,Lord Vador or the dark lord.She wasn't scared of him,she even made eyes contacts with him.She was different from ladies in all four empires who were scared of him and wouldn't dare to call him by name. They always threw themselves at him,wanting him to take them to bed and feed on them like it was something to be proud of. "So how would you like to work here with me,as my assistant?"

We needed answers. "That was Mr. Dechart and his men. He's a billionaire who is involved in criminal activities. I owe him $100,000 but I don't have the money." Questions came to me at once. Why was dad involved with this man? Who was he? Why was he doing this? "How did you get involved with him?" Hunter asked and we sat down in the chairs facing dad.

Always will be. His name is Clark Kent Scott. Two years younger than his age, excluding those centuries of years that were falsified in his renewable birth certificate, and let him believe he is a pure human like Clark. Nicholae addressed him by his nickname, CK. His devoted and empathetic personal assistant for eight years and counting.

He wore his jet black hair in a man bun, his sharp features actuated by his piercing dark eyes.His muscles rippled under his dark green scrubs, and his countenance was that of a man you didn’t mess with. It was like he had been chiseled by Zeus himself, a gorgeous Greek god, Romanian, Romanian god. His eyes slowly roamed over everyone standing there, until he came to Nick’s. There he stopped and eyed him almost suspiciously.Nick looked away, careful not to give away his position.

My heart beat loudly when I saw it was an unknown number calling. Was my sister in trouble again? “Hello?” I greeted. “Hazel Thompson?” “This is her.” “This is the Heart Care Psychiatric ward. I wanted to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy have discontinued the payment for your brother, Drake Thompson’s treatment. If it is not paid by the time the week ends, we’ll have to discharge him.” I felt like crying. My grandparents were the ones who were supposed to cover the cost of my brother’s treatment—a brother nobody but my family knew existed.