Faction Novels & Stories

Nathan jumped into his car and the next moment the vehicle fuelled on the road in a record speed. "Greetings can be conveyed later. Find out where and with whom Kyara Knights is and forward to me the location immediately." He growled with temper on the phone and immediately cut the call. His face was completely red with rage burning like a sun ball, the hands were in fists holding the steering with knuckles turned white. Nathan was breathing heavily, his calm chocolate browns were now having shrads of black flaring like a volcano. His wolf wants to come out blasting with temper wbich Nathan was controlling impatiently.

"Fuck off!" While Amanda is on the Libra side, Alex is a Cancer ♋. He is quite emotional and always looking for true love, Alex is very caring and can also be quiet naive. He loves cuddles, but also love his own personal space, though Alex lacked a little bit of confidence, this was why it took him years to get close to Martins and Stacey. He never really approached Ross to ask for a promotion, but it all ended well, because he was still given the promotion.

female scents. Finally, the haze breaks. Anger and hurt fill whatever bond I was forming with the warm body beside me. I jump up from the bed and growl. I have no idea why but my entire brain is screaming betrayal. Gunnar shoots up and looks like he is on guard, until his eyes land on me.

And I can't say a word because of my nervousness. Fuck. ...(to be continued)

Argghhhh) ***

Every rational thought scattered. Fuck.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

*flashback over* With disappointment now mingled with confusion, Augustine's anger swelled, threatening to consume him. In a fit of rage, he let out a furious roar, the sound reverberating through the lab space. His arm swung forcefully, sweeping across the nearest countertop, causing chaos to erupt as beakers, papers, and equipment crashed to the floor, accompanied by the shattering of glass. The physical manifestation of his anger mirrored the shattered remains of his expectations.