Hans X Kristoff Novels & Stories

She pulled a stool closer to Kristoff and placed the water on it. "Thank you," Kristoff said and picked up the bottle. "You are Mr Richard's personal assistant?" "My bad," Eve said and sat on the chair opposite Kristoff. "I'm Eve Bloom, Henry's assistant." Kristoff smiled and Eve concluded that he loves to smile. "Nice to meet you, Eve." "The pleasure is mine." Kristoff took off the cap on the bottle and began gulping the water directly from the bottle. He caught Eve staring at him. He lowered the bottle and she turned away.

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

And most importantly, his voice was whole and husky—the voice that she would probably sell her soul to the devil in order to listen eternally to his magnificent voice. “Miss?” He asked again, making Rozelyn quickly draw her attention. “I said what’s your name...” “OH! Sorry I didn’t manage to get that immediately. I’m Hans Ryder. I’m originally a French national. Though I’ve been here in Ireland for a time and I am also currently a CEO in one of the logistics companies here,” Hans replied while stroking his stubble naively. Rozelyn was gaping. That explains the man’s thick accent and sexy aura.

Dante: “How?” Giovanni asked, frowning in confusion. “You don’t seem too happy to see me here, do you?” I asked, getting up from the chair that I was sitting on. Caspian, who I asked to keep the humans inside in case it got dirty, stood a few steps back with a loaded gun in his holster. I knew why Aurora seemed to trust the man more than most of the people in this pack, and though I knew that she must have doubted everyone in her life now, I could see at least that this man and his mate might be different.

We were alarmed when we all heard a knock on the door. "I'll see who," said Boreas. He opened the door big enough to have his head out and see who is outside. I heard him say something but it was in another language so I failed to understand what was going on. "The elder needs to meet them Boreas." Said the human by the door. Oh, so it wasn't in another language, it just has an accent. I stood up and went to where Boreas is. I opened the door fully and saw a young man who has the wings of a bird. I stared at him, something feels off, he feels magical to me. I was surprised when Zale pulled me towards him.

She explained in more detail with a proud face looking at Hans. Hans was touched by Anindira's long explanation. He dropped his forehead on Anindira's shoulder. Hans hugged her with a very deep feeling of emotion. Anindira's words earlier made Hans stunned, even made him remember a little about his past life. ***** Hans is a beastman who has great potential to be a pair even though he is only ranked *Diamond. But his skill at processing medicine and treating patients makes him someone who can be relied on to maintain the sustainability of the village, let alone a family.

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

--------------- -------------- Not far away . . . --------------- -------------- "Are you sure this was the road we were supposed to take?" Kristoff asked from the driver's seat. Kristoff was one of Lord Pritchard's friends from Huntsville, and he was a werewolf with a fine nose for tracking.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

Matthias frowned slightly, clearing his throat to grab the other man’s attention. “Should we be worried about anything?” He asked as soon as Killian returned his attention. “Your witch knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?” Killian smirked. “Hansel is the last of his kind for a reason. He’s the most powerful you’ll ever get. Don’t underestimate him. He’s capable of so much more than you know.” The alpha’s smile grew wider until it was a slimy thing that crawled over Matthias’s skin. “Have a bit more faith in me, Draven. Why would I jeopardise my only leverage to getting my hands on those records?”