Declan Kane Novels & Stories

I was starting to move on. “Daisy.” Declan raised my hand up to his lips and he kissed it. His slicked brown hair only added more beauty to his already perfect face. His eyes were a light shade of green, just like his brothers. His smile was straight and perfect, unlike Julian who had a slightly crooked smile. “Declan.” I whispered. I was completely clueless as to how to act in front of my mates.

Declan moves behind me without saying a word, he’s not just my second in command but my right hand man, he’s the only one who stood beside me when I had nothing but scraps and a name nobody respected. Declan O’Shea, my best friend and partner, stands just off my shoulder, arms folded, his presence alone is enough to shift the weight of the room with a threatening stance. He doesn’t need to speak to be felt, He never did, there’s a quiet kind of threat in the way he holds himself, he’s also quite a handsome fellow with a pretty boy face for a gangster. His huge build and broad shoulders still doesn’t deter his good looks, he looks too composed for a man who’s seen the kind of things we’ve see

Dylan explained. Declan nodded his head. “Yeah, I get that; it's the same way with my two daughters. I mean, people know that I have kids, but that's it. They don't know their gender or what they even look like, my wife is protective of them.” Declan said with a smile on his face. “So you and her mother aren't together?” Declan asked. “No, actually we are. We're married.” Dylan told him, and then Declan frowned his face, and after a few minutes, he smiled.

His personal assistant stated after knocking on Declan’s office door. “Tell them to fucking give me 5 minutes. I just got back.” Declan yelled, and his assistant nodded, then left. Luckily his assistant, Kian van Zyl, was used to Declan’s temper and, after 6 months, hadn’t resigned. Making him the longest assistant that had worked for the billionaire. He, too, was a werewolf which is probably why he was still around.

Her clothes were scattered all over the floor, and she picked them up before she entered the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and I heard the rush of water. I breathed a sigh of relief, and I knew that made me a bastard, but I was happy for the space away from her to think. I had fucked up, and it was my responsibility to own up to it, and I would have claimed Maeve as mine without a shadow of doubt if I were anyone else. But I wasn’t someone else. I am Declan Hayes, one part heir to the Hayes empire, captain of the football team and quarterback liner. I am Declan Hayes, the only junior with multiple offers to sign me lined up for when I was done.

The live-in son-in-law can’t possibly top my donation,’ Declan thought. “Declan is back as the highest donor, with a total of seventeen million! Such generosity!”

Familiar. DECLAN

He is Prince Declan. . .

he said to her and winked. “I was planning on surprising my uncle and aunt tonight but I might as well go home with you now,” he said to her and smiled. Declan was almost as tall as Kiran, he had light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was also muscular, not as muscular as Kiran though, and he appeared to be very relaxed. He smiled easily and something told her that he loved mischief.

Intrigued, his gaze searched the room until it landed on a pair of shoes stopping beside him. It was the man who had been with King earlier—his right-hand man. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Raze Alconde,” he said, offering a handshake. Kane accepted it with grace. “Pleasure to meet you, too.” “My boss seems to like your work a lot,” Raze remarked. “I’m an aspiring artist myself. Mind sharing your secret?” His smile was lopsided, his tone friendly. Kane sensed the subtle game at play and responded in kind.