Excalibur Stolen Novels & Stories

He didn't look like someone who'd just survived a wreck. His injured vibe was a total sham, but I'd fully trusted them in my past life, offering up my cornea without a second thought. To ensure a clean donation, the doctors had removed my entire eyeballs, but the searing pain of losing my sight was nothing compared to the betrayal I overheard later. It was all a twisted scheme to save Tyler's mistress, Rachel Huffman. I let out a shaky sigh, gratitude for this second chance flooding my veins. They'd crushed me once, but this time, I'd make them pay a heavy price.

golden boy. "We have the DNA," I continued, gesturing to the folder. "We have the original hospital records. We have the testimony of the doctor who performed the switch. And we have the confession of the woman who was paid to keep the secret. Carlos is currently in police custody, facing charges of attempted murder and corporate fraud." "This is madness," one of the board members muttered, standing up. "You’re staging a hostile takeover! You’re trying to seize the empire!" "I’m not seizing anything," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous, low register. "I’m returning the keys to the house to the person who actually owns them."

“You heard him, officers. This is my mate. That diamond was bought by me and my mate. It’s now on her hand. Doesn’t that prove she stole it?” “Value: six hundred thousand. That’s enough for a pack tribunal, isn’t it?” “I’ll state my position first. I will not settle this privately.” Selene, still reeling from Kael’s rejection of her cling, cried out. “I didn’t steal it! My mate gave it to me!” She latched onto him again. “Mate, say something! You are my mate! You gave this to me!” My smile turned mocking. “Mate, you really should speak. After all, with the Moon-Glow Festival approaching, I don’t have much patience for this.”

They couldn’t buy it from your ancestors, so they got everyone exiled and—. ‘We were only exiled. Our assets remained, love. Your ancestors would know. And that’s too much effort for a fruitless result.’ ‘Ah.’ And I was back against that muscular chest and the light beating against my ear. ‘Agath sent over some pictures of the portraits from the gallery and the study rooms,’ blurted Ralph, and we started scrolling through the files. ‘This is the first Lux.’ I stared at the familiar handsome face and that unmistakable purple, calculative gaze. ‘Edward The Third. I call him the Miser.’

"The Gilbert Group's stock transfer papers. Sign them, and I'll grant you a quick exit." Bradley eyed the papers, a raspy chuckle escaping his throat as he said, "You think you can take me down?" "I know I can." Old Fox crouched down, his voice a menacing whisper. "And so does Ms. Baker here." Rosemary went sheet-white. "You thought you struck gold when you found her three years ago, huh?" Old Fox's laughter grew. "It's a pity she's been my pawn all along." Bradley's eyes narrowed to slits.

“I won’t be reassured until Emily is back. Safe. And untouched.” Alas did not respond to that last word. Marcus cut in. “We got word from Abilene today. Red Ames and Jake Holt have been arrested. We’ll know their side soon enough.” Alas nodded. “Let me give more background. Julian is at the verge of losing his throne.” Adams gasped softly. Alas ignored it. “If he committed any crimes then, we have no record. But shortly after opening a private practice, he was caught stealing a large diamond from the crystal palace.”

The only questions now are how and why? “Chet’s still into that stupid modern-day Robin Hood schtick, huh?” Something defensive sparks in my chest. “It’s not stupid,” I retort hotly. “It’s honorable. We only steal from—” “Other criminals,” he finishes for me, waving one hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Who was the target this time?” “Ronaldo Bianchi. He has a stolen Picasso in his private collection back in Paris.” Gabriel whistles, a flicker of recognition behind his dark green eyes. “Bianchi? I didn’t know that the bastard made it out of Sicily after the whole Altegro fiasco…”

And importantly, they need to be educated to become excellent heirs, and together with Ricky, manage Star Corporation, bringing jobs to more than ten thousand employees. While they were on their way back to the city, electronic newspapers posted information that a diamond that had been stolen for more than a thousand years had appeared on top of the tower of the temple of the sun god. Without an appointment, Michael, Bonita, and Calantha all read the article at the same time and at the same time went to the window, looking up at the bright sun above. - Samson, Lucasta, congratulations.

The idea unsettled me because it felt true. At lunchtime, my phone buzzed. A notification from the corporate network. Sebastian Cross had viewed my presentation from the gala. I stared at the screen longer than necessary. It meant nothing, I told myself. He was a rival. A businessman. A man doing his job. Still, my pulse quickened. That evening, as I removed my jewellery, my fingers paused over the rings. I did not put them on the dresser. I left them in the box, closing the lid with deliberate care.

Maybe they could be taken down by any of the Nightguards shifters—or maybe they could be strong enough to defeat them all. And I was angry. "They kidnapped me and brought me to Hazelstone." "No one leaves this car," Kael snapped when the two Nightguard males made to get out again. "Drive!" "We're not leaving our Alpha!" Gralyn and Hadley were shouting, hauling the other Nightguards out of their damaged car. Izar managed to climb out from the driver's seat window, emerging from the sand as if he'd been buried under it. They all seemed relatively unharmed, but when they lashed out to fight, both Hazel Coast males simply walked away—toward our car.