Hans X Kristoff Novels & Stories

An older version of the guy asked. " Giovanni Bianchi. Just the man we needed. Your son here was harassing my wife." Nikolai said. " I wasn't harassing the bitch-" " Speak about my wife like that again and see if you'll walk out of here in one piece. " Giovanni glared at his son and then offered Nikolai a tight smile. " He's sorry for what he has done. Aren't you, boy? " The young Bianchi frantically nodded. " You know how much respect I have for you, Gio but if we were all to accept sorrys, don't you think our empires would have collapsed? "

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

He had been waiting for Michael to say that, and Michael had told him exactly what he wanted to hear, so Hans instantly said, “Thank you, Mr. Xander! I really do love Snow!” The fake Michael patted his chest and said, “Although I haven’t seen her in fifteen years, I believe that she would say yes after you saved my life. She may even agree to marry you.” Hahaha… Hans grinned from ear to ear and blurted to Marshall, “Prepare some food and drinks immediately. I’d like to have a few drinks with Mr. Xander.” Marshall wanted to remind him that Snow was Kiran’s wife, but he dared not spoil the fun, so he nodded and ran off to get the food ready.

“I may have… slightly lied. I wanted you to come and meet my fiancé. I just hoped maybe you two could get along.” Alex stared at her, expression unreadable. Then he asked flatly, “So where’s your husband-to-be then?” As if on cue, the door creaked open… And in a crisp designer suit, Kristoff himself stepped through. Tall. Sharp. Cold-eyed. For the first time, I didn’t drool. I felt disgusted at the sight of him. He scanned the room with a smile spread across his face but then his eyes fell on me. His face twisted in disbelief. Then rage.

As Bridget was taking Hansel towards the gate, the others made space in the center as Hans approached me in wolf form. His wolf was a very beautiful one, but at the same time had the domineering stature that was fit for an alpha. His golden brown fur was hardly discernable but the three white stripes that ran from his neck to his tail were still there, very edible even in the dark - that was his signature feature. We usually call that the stripes of HAP; Hansel the Angry and Prideful. His eyes as red as a cherry, with a black pupil to compliment the look.

But before I could answer, Noah stepped up in front of Chris again and glared at him menacingly. "You should leave now, Hansen, before things get violent," Noah growled. Did Noah say Hansen? That would mean that Chris wasn't just a random foot soldier…he was a high ranking member. Chris put his hands up in mock defeat. He seemed to be enjoying this confrontation with Noah, like he was hoping it would progress into a physical fight. "I guess the jig is up," Chris laughed. "I should properly introduce myself to you, Aria. My name is Chris Hansen, Alpha of the Hansen pack."

"I don't know why you can't stay still,how many bullets must they've imprinted on you to make you that stupid?" " I don't know bastard,why do you want to kill Xander?if it'd been Isabelle I would've gladly supported but not Xander,not another innocent person"Hans yell " And do you know what's going to happen to you guys when Isabelle comes to know of bron betrayal?, he's emeryk son and you're a cop brought to the state to apprehend him"

“Did I say that?” Cristofer was momentarily speechless. He then smiled and said, “You can eat in the company. Just remember to open the window for ventilation after eating.” “Okay,” the employee nodded and asked, “Mr. Hans, are these two children your... nephew and niece?” “This is my son,” Cristofer said, caressing Yohan's head, then he shifted his gaze to Yvonne’s cute face and couldn’t help smiling. “This is my daughter.” “When did Mr. Hans have children? Didn’t he just break up with his fiancée?”

Lynda said, feeling uncomfortable. Hans shook his head, not at all bothered to give a gift to someone who had managed to soften Nelvan's stubborn nature a bit. Hans smiled at Lynda, “I’m glad I could give it to you. Now it’s late, so go back to your house,” he said. “Are you going to Seattle with Mr. Xander?” asked Lynda. “Of course, but I’m not sure he’ll be going there with me,” Hans replied. “Why is that?” asked Lynda. Hans looked at Lynda and then shrugged.