Gto Novels & Stories

“Let's talk.” I dried my eyes with my other palm and followed June and Evelyn to the three nights inn. It was less rowdy than the city. Today sucked. I finished my beer in a swig and took another mug. “Allow me to introduce my mate Gwen, his name is June.” She introduced the gentleman with a smile. He was tall, he had fair radiant skin, blue eyes and a pointy nose. He was a very handsome beta wolf. But I couldn't even pretend to be pleased. I was in a very terrible shape at the moment, and I didn't care to meet anyone new. “I'm Gwen.” I replied taking longer sips of alcohol. We were all silent, the atmosphere was awkward. I was still sober but I badly wished to get drunk. But what I saw was

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Jerk. He drives the car like it’s his second skin. It isn’t hard to tell that he loves this car. It doesn’t take long to reach the steakhouse. When Storm parks, I think I destroy my ripped skinny jeans along with my underwear. He parks beside a bright orange classic Ford Torino Cobra, which looks to me like a 1970 model, it’s gorgeous. I’ve always had a thing for classic cars. What I’m not expecting to see is the shiny blue Ford GT sitting right beside us and next to it is a metallic cherry red Porsche 918 Spyder. Those two are some of the world’s fastest cars. I’m gobsmacked.

Or maybe he had more to hide than I did. I handed the bottle back to him without meeting his eyes, but the Goddess had other plans for us. My fingers brushed his as he collected the bottle, and I felt a spark of desire move through my body from that single point of contact. Right there and then, I wanted nothing more than to turn around on the horse and mark him as my mate.

"The more he looks, the more he'll realize he’s looking at a shadow of what he used to have." ​As we walked toward the parking lot, the silver glint of Mateo’s car passed us, heading toward the exit. Mateo didn't stop, but he gave a single, sharp flash of his high beams—a silent salute to the mission. ​We reached Ashton’s SUV just as the first few heavy drops of a Manila downpour began to hit the pavement. I climbed into the passenger seat, the familiar smell of his citrus soap grounding me. ​"Hungry?" Ashton asked, starting the engine.

Orion I sit in the back of the SUV, my eyes scanning the desert landscape as we drive toward the fight. It’s not far from the Vegas strip, but the location is hidden enough that only those with inside knowledge can find it. I feel the weight of the night pressing down on me—Zane’s name ringing in my ears like a fucking drumbeat. I force my mind to settle. Focus, Ri.

“I am so sorry for this.. Mrs smith...please wait right here" Mrs Smith forced a smile and nodded. "I appreciate your understanding". Angela said softly and walked out of the room angrily,Kerry hesitated but followed her. Just then a convoy of 4 Ferrari 250 GTO drove towards them. "Holy shit! these babies are real,so sick!" Jace exclaimed. He was quick to recognize the car and it's worth. "Who could that be?"

Alexander Kane, "Pursuant to your recent separation from Kane Global, you are required to return the company-issued vehicle (2024 Bentley Continental GT, license plate KG-001) to the corporate garage at 45 Kane Plaza by end of business today. Failure to comply will result in legal action for unauthorized possession of company property. This asset was allocated during your tenure as CEO and is no longer yours to use." Regards, Corporate Compliance Team Kane Global. I stared at the screen, the words blurring as my vision tunneled.

I stare at him a little dumbstruck for a moment. “I am guessing you are Princess Nova?” he asks in thick Southern American accent. I’d say New Orleans. “I am Garrett, your tutor” he says holding out a hand for me to shake. The second I take his hand, I regret it, his hand is warm and soft but his grip is strong yet gentle. I imagine holding his hands. What the hell is he doing to me. My brain is short circuiting. I realise I still haven’t said anything. “Yes. Sorry, I am Nova!” I say too brightly. I try not to show how much I am inwardly cringing at my voice. “Sorry I am a little distracted today”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.