Fnia Ultimate Custom Night Novels & Stories

The rear-view mirror was a blur of black metal and aggressive headlights. The second impact was even harder than the first, a sickening crunch of carbon fiber that sent the SUV fishtailing toward the concrete pillar of the parking garage exit. "Roderick! The paint! That’s custom ‘Obsidian Nebula’!" Elias shrieked, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the handle above the door.

I was unpleasantly surprised when I came downstairs. Sienna was standing in my kitchen looking at me like she wanted to kill me. She is my brother’s and Alpha’s best friend. She is 25, just like my brother and Alpha, and she has been hanging out with them since childhood. Now, she is clinging on to them like they are a lifeboat. She was devastated when she found out that neither my brother nor Alpha were her mates. That didn’t stop her from trying to become Luna. She is always around Alpha, proving herself and trying to convince him to take her as his chosen mate.

“It’s… a throne on wheels.” “Does it come in royal crimson?” Brogath asked half-jokingly, though his eyes were serious. An AAM representative, a smartly dressed woman named Cassana Li, chuckled and nodded. “We offer full customization for UNA royalty and government leaders. Exterior runes can be tuned to your national colors and insignias. Even the upholstery can reflect your crest.” “That settles it,” said Queen Inariel. “I want one. No—two. One for me, and one for my heir.”

The glass of the windows was thick, bearing the subtle, heavy beveling of reinforced, bulletproof polycarbonate. Adrian walked up beside me, handing me a heavy, customized key fob. "It’s a bespoke build," he explained quietly, his voice carrying a trace of satisfaction. "The chassis is reinforced titanium, the engine is a custom hybrid turbine, and the interior is sound-isolated to zero decibels. There are no brand markings, no corporate logos, and no tracking signatures on the public grid. It will not stand out, Olivia. To the world, it is an ordinary sedan. But to me, it is a fortress that you can control."

Neil instructed through the Vocera Badge clipped onto his surgical gown as he ran. Neil hurried to the ambulance bay with a plan to confiscate one of the ambo motorcycles, but Night Blade was already waiting for Neil on his race-modified LS-218. Neil didn’t forget to ask Adrian to bring the maid from the Walter household as soon as possible. “Where to?” “My lab at homebase.” “Hold tight”

I pressed my hip into his, my glare sending her scurrying. Dante grinned down at me. “My fierce principessa.” The night dragged, bids whispered, egos stroked. Nico wrapped with the BMW X5 Protection VR6: “3.0L inline-6, 335 hp, armored core, top speed 130 mph.” Clients buzzed, wallets itching, but we held firm, no prices yet. Let them stew. As the last VIPs filed out, Dante pulled me into a shadowed corner by the Nissan Patrol Y63, his mouth claiming mine.

“That your fortress isn’t sealed.” A muscle flexes in his cheek. “You made them think so. You embarrassed me,” he says quietly. I look at him. “I exposed a flaw.” His gaze drops briefly—to my leg, then back to my eyes. “And you endangered yourself.” “I calculated.” “You gambled.” “Is that what you call every move that isn’t yours?” I shoot back. Niel clears his throat awkwardly. “We have a match on a custom engine build registered to a private garage outside Turin.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly at that, and for a moment, silence stretched between us, broken only by the low hum of the engines. I picked up the file on the table and slid it toward her. “Go through this. It’s a summary of Knight International—what they own, their subsidiaries, Damien Knight’s preferences when it comes to negotiations.” Maya nodded quickly and reached for the file, flipping it open. I watched her eyes skim the page, her brows pulling together in concentration. “Damien Knight…” she murmured softly, almost to herself. “Ever heard of him?” I asked, curious. She shook her head. “No... But… the name sounds intimidating.”

I couldn't believe my eyes. "I'm not sure what you mean. I think it's very straightforward once you get the chemistry of the hormones." Dr Dawson said, the smirk on his face was a bit unsettling as he turned to me. "It's all natural if you think about it. Our team has created a supplement that will make any alpha immediately rush into it's mating drive. There's nothing wrong with augmenting their existing nature."

He thought about Kira driving it through the city on a Tuesday morning with her coffee in the cupholder and her phone connected and Solange or whatever she was currently listening to coming through the sound system, and the thought was so specific and so clear that it surprised him slightly. He crouched at the front wheel arch and looked at the line of it. “The specification on this one,” he said. “Is it customizable at this stage or is this the floor model only?” “We can do a full bespoke order, delivery in eight to ten weeks, or the floor model is available immediately with some post-purchase customization options.” “I need it in two weeks.” “Then the floor model with post-purchase options