Dean Cain Novels & Stories

Cain laughed and said, “He is the best in his family!” Marcus asked curiously, “Why?” Cain smiled mysteriously and said, “Actually, that son of a b*tch is gay!” “What?” Marcus exclaimed, “Sean Webb is gay?!” “Yes!” Cain blurted, “He is not only gay but also a power bottom! You know, the one who aggressively enjoys being penetrated. Let me tell you, you always see him so cocky and pompous, don’t you? Actually, behind closed doors, he immediately turns into a perverted pillow biter! Rumors had it that he loves making out with strong brawny men and enjoys multiple partners in one go too! Isn’t that awesome?”

Devian rushed out of the house with fast yet steady steps. Dean wanted to say him something but realized that he had already left. Seems like director Devian Lyle is becoming obsessed with her! ...

I could smell cigarettes and weed and that same mix of leather and motor oil that had surrounded me last time. The guy who answered was younger than Cain, Reaper, or Ghost—maybe mid-thirties, with a kutte that said "Prospect." His eyes widened when he saw me. "Uh, you lost, sweetheart?" "I'm looking for Cain." His eyebrows shot up. "You know the Prez?" Before I could answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise. "Let her in." Cain stood at the other end of the room, leaning against the bar with his arms crossed. Even from here I could see the satisfaction in his pale eyes.

It turns out, Dean has two brothers, Drake and Devyn. Drake, the eldest, is a general and the head of an elite army unit called " WeLoBe". He's currently on a mission and will return in a week. He's 25 years old, single, and he spent most of his time doing missions or training soldiers.

Even if Candy was Kayden's wife and not his fiancée, the Martial Arts Court would still have to think it through carefully before taking action. Daxton was so scared that he immediately prostrated himself, too afraid to even lift his head. "Mr. Gabbard, perhaps we can intervene!" a deacon said, standing up. "Oh? Elaborate, Cadmus!" Cohen said to the deacon, his eyes lighting up.

he said slowly, "because she was the most direct line to Damien." "She was the most direct line to everything," Dean said. "Remove her, and Damien is isolated. Keep her captive, and he's controlled." The architecture of it sat in the room. All of us looking at it from the inside for the first time. Cain had been listening, his eyes moving across the documents as Dean laid them out, then he stopped. His attention was locked onto one page near the bottom of the pile. Dean noticed first. "Cain." He didn't answer immediately. He leaned forward slowly and looked at a name buried deep within a shell company registration.

he replied, as I watched him stroll out of the office, the arrogance and confidence on that dude though. Damian's POV Monday mornings are usually very crazy for me, that is when most people I kept in charge of my various establishments turn in their past week's report. I often go through them to see any irregularities. Fish out some of the elements that may want to fraud the system and also plan on how to execute new projects with the various head of units. I was still very much buried in my work when my secretary called to say Cassandra was around. Cassandra is my fiancee and we plan on getting married soon. She is in her early twenties.

“You know my daughter Casey. This is not her scene and I would like for you to keep her company. I don’t want her to get bored.” One look at Casey and she was already blushing and ticking a strand of hair behind her ear. It was all an act. She was used to seeing men like me before. There was nothing new about what she saw. She was acting that way so I could see how shy and innocent he was—she wasn’t. Everyone had seen her leaked nudes and videos online. She was a wild spirit. To me, she was a vulture looking for a rich man to sink her claws into.

The room was adorned with subtle, tasteful artwork, and the air was scented with hints of lavender and vanilla, fostering a tranquil ambiance. A fake crackling fireplace cast a warm glow, enhancing the room's cozy allure. The trio surrounded a table sharing a drink with Donovan and Ronald playing draft. She sat quietly, toying with her phone while listening to the soft ambient music emanating from the speakers. "So, I'm glad you're running for SUG president. That's the way to go. I was president in my time." Donovan smiled. "I know. You won via intimidation." "Survival of the fittest, son. And I am advising you do thesame."

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.