Does Bishop And Torres Get Together Novels & Stories

Biya closed her eyes. Sikandar Shah wears bangles in her hand given by his mother. Today for the first time, Sikandar Shah confessed his love to her. He made her aware of his restlessness and yearning for her. And the same he did with Biya. He made her confess her love for himself. Unaware of everything around themselves, they both were showing in their love of each other. Today's night was the night of the union of their love. It was a beautiful, intoxicated, and spell bounded night.

The feeds never told you everything, but they told you patterns if you paid attention. “Talk,” I said quietly. “You confirmed eyes on her,” Burdock replied. No greeting. No lead-in. “Yes,” I answered. My gaze paused on the feed showing Marlowe beside Torin near the bar. Her hand rested lightly at his back, not gripping, not clinging. Anchoring. Like she’d decided where she stood in the world and dared anyone to argue. “Torin broke protocol,” Burdock continued, voice flat. “I noticed,” I said. That was all he got. No defense. No explanation. Burdock didn’t need them, and I wasn’t in the habit of offering excuses.

Not wanting him to think that all I wanted was to sink my teeth into him and call it day. “Mmm…. Mine. All mine.” “Always…. I’ll always be yours.” “Good, because starting now, you little mate belong to me and only me, and trust me, I plan to thoroughly fuck you with every ounce left in me until your begging me to stop.” And with that said do I continue to ravish his sweet, delectable body. A body that was made for me as well as for Jake, Zak and Aaron. The four of us bond to Tori in ways that only the Moon Goddess herself knew and for once, I wasn’t about to question her reasons so long as I got to spend all of eternity with Tori.

I held my position. "So tell me tesoro," he said invading my personal space. His minty breath fanned my face and the heat emitting from his exposed chest did not go unnoticed. "What do you want?" I don't know why that question suddenly made my mouth dry. Vittore raised an eyebrow at me, walking around my confused form to the bed. He sat down on it, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked at me. "Don't be shy. Humour me," He said and that snapped me out of whatever trance I was in.

"I hate that I'm so weak when it comes to you. I cast that spell to get away from the curse of mating you. Instead, we are still where we started. I hate that I didn't turn back that day when Torus told me to. I hate that I was so fucking confident. I hate those words you said to me the first time we met. Because that's when I felt it, that's when I knew you were the one." The princess snickered. My heart contracted for the two. It had to be the most difficult thing. They spent centuries apart, in constant pain. Yet, they fought on. It was somewhat sad yet beautiful. "After I've finished the interviews it would be good to go out together," Princess Aqua suggested. "I even hear Torus is on la

“And he’s making noise about you. Telling everyone the great Saint is finished. That he’s untouchable now.” My lips curved, sharp and cold. “Then he’s made his mistake.” Lucio leaned forward. “You sure you want to do this? You walked away. We could let him play king until someone else cuts him down.” I shook my head. “He won’t stop with scraps. Men like Torrez always want more. And when he looks at me, he doesn’t just see a man who burned his crown. He sees the one thing he can’t have. Maya.” Lucio’s silence was answer enough.

Torres still hasn't emerged, when the two-hour updates stop coming, when the waiting room goes quiet with the kind of silence that means everyone's afraid to hope— I start to believe that maybe love isn't enough. That maybe wanting her to survive doesn't make it happen. That maybe I'm about to lose the only woman who ever made me believe in forever. The operating room doors open. Dr. Torres emerges, still in scrubs, his face unreadable. And I know—I know in that moment—that everything is about to change.

This wasn’t that kind of gathering. I took my seat at the head of the table. One of the men leaned forward, a cigar resting between his fingers. “Your docks got hit.” His voice was rough, knowing. “Not a good look, Rodriguez.” I smirked, leaning back in my chair. “I don’t care about looks. I care about business.” “Business is slipping,” another voice chimed in. “Diego Torres is testing you.” “He’s trying,” I corrected. “But I don’t play games. He knows that.”

I sobbed, my nails digging into his arm as I tried to hold him up. “You’ll damn us all if you don’t!” Cruz gritted, shoving me hard toward the trees. His strength shocked me—bleeding, shaking, but still forcing me to move. “Go after her! Save Isla!” My heart splintered. “Cruz, you’re bleeding out—” “I’ve bled worse,” he spat, his eyes flashing fury. “Don’t waste time. They’ll disappear with her!” Bishop suddenly appeared, ducking behind a tree as bullets rained past us. “Move!” he barked. “They’ve got a van waiting on the east side!”

Basilio DiLustro, on the other hand, I devoured all I could find. One day, Basilio would become head of the New York Syndicate. And he was just as deadly, if not more, than his father. Although, he didn’t strike me as being as cruel as the infamous Gio DiLustro. After all, he caught me falling off the balcony. It was kind of romantic, if you really thought about it. Like a Romeo and Juliette kind of romance. My brows furrowed. Those two had a tragic love story. Maybe I should refrain from that comparison.