Fenn Rau Novels & Stories

"But Flynn handled it, thank the moon goddess. Didn't you, darling?" Flynn's jaw tightened. Fool. "I'm sure he did his best," Saeris agreed. "To have done a number here, they must’ve been strong, or maybe have allies, or maybe their leader is one hell of an attacker…" She held Gemma’s gaze. "What was his name again?” she murmured, tilting her head as if she was trying to remember. “Rainer Vargbane, wasn’t it?” For half a heartbeat, Gemma's mask slipped.

QUINN Dark side by Oshins featuring Hael played on the sound doc as I moved around the kitchen. Gunnar was still upstairs having a shower while I decided to get some good, old-fashioned breakfast ready. I thought about it for a long while in the shower and realized that the men in this house lacked so much — bar Gunnar for the most part.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

I stared at Fennrick in silence. Seriously… how full of himself was he? However, I couldn’t deny my racing heartbeat. At this point I was convinced Fennrick had hit me with some kind of fae glamour spell. Because I was, unfortunately, just a little obsessed with him. I follow a ridiculous number of hot guy influencers, but none of them—and I mean none of them—looked like this fox fae. Fennrick’s physique walked that razor‑thin line between sensual and elegant. It was a feast for my eyes.

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

Rafael said to him. “I’m the pack hacker,” Regen said and Slade laughed. “For once, Regen, I’m going to say something nice about you. What this guy can do and find out, will scare you,” Slade said. “Thanks, Slade, you just made my heart go all fuzzy,” Regen said. “Probably from the fungus in your brain,” Slade said. “Sure it is, ass breath,” Regen said. “Calm down, kids,” I said to them.

The line picked up after a single ring. "Uncle," a deep, cold voice answered. It was Fenrir Vane. My nephew was the brutal enforcer and star defenseman of the Ironclaw Titans. At two hundred and forty pounds of pure, terrifying muscle, Fenrir was famous throughout the entire league for his scary, violent playstyle. He was a monster on skates. He did not care about sportsmanship, league rules, or heavy fines; he took a savage, primitive pleasure in breaking smaller players. He was exactly the kind of weapon I needed to solve this problem.

They nodded in agreement as they watched Sheinna return to her seat. Rai’s lip twitched as he stared at Sheinna. He didn’t expect that Sheinna would actually be related to Shane Fornite. Who is Shane Fornite? If Raiver played almost half of the female students’ hearts when they were in middle school… then Shane Fornite played the hearts of the other half of the female students’ population. That is why his and Shane’s reputations are very bad.

Before Rin could find a reply that wasn’t rude or grateful or both, a familiar voice cut across the field. “Is this where I deliver the sacrificial pastries?” Fen. He wove through the watching wolves with a tray balanced in his hands, grinning like the world had yet to teach him caution. He smelled like warm bread and woodsmoke and the faint evergreen tang of the resin he always ended up covered in. “You’re late,” Rhea told him. “I brought food,” he said. “I’m never late.” He shoved the tray into Rin’s hands before she could sidestep. Thick slices of bread, still warm, glistened with honey and butter. There was a wedge of cheese and a steaming mug that smelled like tea laced with something s