Geno Sans Novels & Stories

I grabbed the edge of the vanity. “I’m a werewolf.” The words tumbled out of my mouth like they had been waiting for release. And then came the voice. It was soft, warm and feminine. “I’m here, love. Finally. I’m your wolf.” My breath caught. I froze. “Wh—what?” “Sorry it took a while. That memory lock was a bitch to claw through. My name’s Genoa. You can call me Gen!” I blinked hard. “I have a talking wolf in my head. I’m officially cracked.”

There were so many zombies, there must have been more than a thousand of them. Lucas thought that he might have underestimated the heroes of this world. Ms. Maren was a prodigy. Moreover… Lucas stared at the Scorpion Guardian and Ms. Maren, realizing that Ms. Maren’s aura was purple! This meant that Ms. Maren’s Gene was Grade S! Grade D Gene was green, Grade C Gene was blue, Grade B Gene was black, Grade A Gene was red and Grade S Gene was purple! The level of the gene could be seen from the aura of the martial artist.

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

He scowled. "Why? He asked. It will be interesting to watch people wonder why I know so many people whose names are numbers," I replied. "Two is barely many people," he scoffed. "See, that's why my Dad is One, Noah is Two, Violet Is Three, Summer is Four, Wes is Seven. Cash is Eight, and Eli is Nine," I explained. For the second time, his face palmed himself in my honor. "Just get in the car, blossom, " he sighed as he opened the door for me, making me laugh. "You just won't admit that my thinking is awesome," I said as we made our way to school. He rolled his eyes."There are many things in the world that are awesome. Your thinking is not one of them. If anything, it's lame." I gasped. Take

This Valentine’s Day bonus story exists because they proved themselves wrong. KiNK GeNiUS is a love letter to intimacy between equals. To the kind of connection that doesn’t ask either person to shrink, soften, or surrender who they are. Silvercloud and Persephone don’t fall in love because one saves the other. They fall because they finally meet someone who keeps up, pushes back, and understands the thrill of precision as much as passion.

This, I knew, was exactly what we’d both needed. “And you must be Scarlett,” Mum breathed, bustling us both inside. “You’re just as beautiful as Enzo said you were.” She blushed. “Thank you.” “I’m Geno,” said Dad, shaking her hand enthusiastically. “Enzo’s father, and the last Alpha of the Moose Creek pack. I trust our son has welcomed you into the fold?” Scar nodded so hard I worried her head was going to topple off. “Of course he has. He’s been most welcoming.”

The man bled from head to toe, but he stood his ground in front of my father, his heart racing as he feared the Pakhan attacking him. “Your son has crossed all limits…” “His name is Alpha Nathan, and I believe that you are well aware that this is HIS pack’s grounds” dad said, glaring at the man. My heart swelled with so many feelings that I didn’t know how to express. Mom kept her eyes on dad from a distance, her own heart racing as she looked at the man she grew up loving before she ended up fearing.

Jasper stepped in front of me as if trying to protect me from his father. “One of you, better explain what happened out there, or there will be problems for us all,” he said, leaning on his desk and staring us down. “I’m a hybrid,” I blurted out, stepping out from behind Jasper so he could see me. Jasper let out a sigh of defeat once I said that. His father's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion at my quick statement. “My birth parents are the old king and queen, so that makes me a hybrid and royalty,” I added. I could see him putting pieces together and letting the realization hit him.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.