Invincible Connoisseur Novels & Stories

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.

Van Koslov, otherwise known as The Brick, went down onto one knee, panting. Grinning, Ash jumped back, giving the other man room to recover and get up. Ash was having too much fun to end things now. The match hadn't lasted nearly long enough and this guy was supposed to be one of Sitnikov's best. Ash needed to put on a good show if he was going to attract another sponsor, and sponsor's tended to enjoy long fights with plenty of dirty hits and blood. So far, neither of them has started spontaneously bleeding.

he said, turning to him with genuine exasperation, “how do you live with that? Every day. Voluntarily.” All eyes shifted. Vincenzo simply set his glass down carefully, “It’s an acquired taste,” he said smoothly, “Like expensive whiskey. Burns a little going down, but once you understand it, you never want the cheap stuff again.” Claire’s smile turned feline. Scott blinked, “So you’re saying she’s painful.” “I’m saying,” Vincenzo corrected calmly, sliding an arm along the back of Claire’s chair, “not everyone has the palate for excellence.”

"Ms. Stevens, you truly are a gem of our business world. Smart, capable, and beautiful—a rare combination." "You're too kind, Mr. Huxley," Christina replied. "I apologize for my people's behavior earlier. Now, shall we discuss the material supply from Thrive Enterprise?" Conan laughed and waved his hand. "There's no rush." He snapped his fingers, and his bodyguards sprang into action—one set out two glasses while another poured red wine into them. "What's the meaning of this, Mr. Huxley?" Christina frowned. Conan raised a glass, smiling. "Let's have a drink to celebrate our partnership."

I was completely wrung out as my body convulsed around his, and the night had only begun. At some point we drank wine and ate food. If I hadn't been the one to order it, I wouldn't have been able to say what it was we ate. Most of the meal came to my lips via Nox's fingers as my hands were useless, bound behind me in an elaborate weave of satin. The dependence made each bite of food or drink of wine more fulfilling, more intoxicating. It was as if the fine French wine's alcohol content far exceeded the legal limit. Each morsel or sip brought to my lips at his discretion was a hit from a drug, the lack of control stimulating my bloodstream like cocaine.

But Alice was blinded by her own pain. “Don't touch me!” His jaw made a crunching sound as she rammed her elbow into his groin. The pain came in a blinding whiteness that he had to blink away to contain. “Fuck!” She jabbed him again, this time he didn't react to it, he just stood there, silent. Staring down at his boss that he was supposed to protect. Lance wore a painful expression, and it wasn’t because of the bullet wound. Don Caroni was dead. A man he respected-loved. The man he was to be glued to on this journey. And he didn’t even know how it happened.

“Then that someone should be close to you. This red wine is very rare and there are only a few bottles left in the entire world. It is good but it still cannot knock me down.” “Ooh.” Someone just helped me steal it and I took it home. “You should be a good drinker then.” “Want to compete?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Of course not. I have never tasted wine my whole life, how could I possibly compete with you. I guess that I will be drunk just with one glass.” “How will you know if you don’t try?” my voice was low and seductive and I knew that she won’t refuse. I could see on her face that she was clearly excited.

He looked at me, gave me a sexy smile and my pussy clenched. "Dermott McMahon, of Dublin and New York," I said into the microphone, managing not to stammer or sigh. "Concert pianist and philanthropist." Naturally, I left out the word vampire, as the crowd roared its approval. "Mr. McMahon is providing his lucky date with three days of luxury at his private island retreat in the Florida Keys."

I said, turning my laptop off “we have a lot to do this afternoon” *********************************** “Dante, you know that my respect for your family is endless, but these plans are not ones that would work. If anything, we might lose more than we would ever gain” Mikhail Baryshnikov said, looking at me. This man in specific was one of the oldest investors and partners of the family. He was also one of the men who encouraged Giovanni into dropping his family to build a bigger empire.

Robin replied getting very curious about what was so special about this The Conquest List. "The Conquest List is a game Evans, Joe, Miller and I play every six months. We tabulate the number of girls we have slept with in the last six months and the person with the highest number gets to win whatever he wants. We also bet on girls and how long it would take to bed them." "What? You're so disgusting. How could you be playing such a disgusting game? Who owns this avatar called AXY?" Robin frowned, feeling sick after hearing what he said.