Novel & Cerita Fenn Rau

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.

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.

At least then, he could spend more time with Mila. After a while, Nathan's phone rang. He took out his phone and looked at the caller ID. He hesitated for a few seconds before answering. Mila bit into her pastry. Her eyes fixed on Nathan, and her ears pricked up. "Hey, Fenna. What's up?" Nathan asked. Mila froze. Fenna was Nathan's close friend, an able woman who worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Her heart pounded nervously. "All right, got it." After Nathan finished speaking, he walked to the balcony and slid open the glass door.

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.

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

Then Fenrak walked in. Conversations died. Cups froze midair. Even the barista stopped steaming milk. He was wearing a simple black shirt, but it fit him like a tailored sin. His skin had that faint luminescence that made every inch of him look carved, alive. His golden eyes swept the room, curious, almost amused — and when he smiled, half the café forgot how to breathe. Lena blinked twice, mouthing, Holy hell. “This,” Rhea said, stepping in quickly, “is Fenrak. A… friend.”

Emma mumbled as she served another spoonful of Russian salad on his plate. "Thin and Rasmus?" Angela asked in a gasp as she looked at Rasmus and then at her mom. "Mom, are you serious? The man looks like a giant," Angela exasperated. Aurora smiled softly and Hunter snorted. Emma glared at Angela and before she would scold her daughter, Xander grabbed her waist and pulled her down on his lap as she gasped.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Never in his life did he think he would ever get to see this man and that too at his sister’s house. Ryan kept looking at him as he calmly and gently cooked, how could a man be so graceful?This was his role model right here. “Food is ready” Ryan announced after a while as he came out of the kitchen holding a white bowl filled with pork ribs diced in sauce. Aura quickly rushed to the dining table and as she saw the dish, her mouth watered. It looked so delicious and appetizing. “This looks so good” “Wait till you taste the soup sis, it is heaven” Ryan chipped in as he glanced at the kitchen door and there Malcolm was coming out with another bowl.