Jean X Armin Novels & Stories

Damien asked. Armin laughed. "Wow, you are a curious one. I didn't think you'd care about who dies in your arms. But to answer your question about him being my relative...yes. He was my brother. We are fraternal twins, in fact." Damien looked at him, startled. "You had me kill your twin? That's low, even for someone like you!" Armin waved his hands dismissively. "Oh, get off your high horse, Sky. It's not like you to suddenly have moral values. What difference does it make whether he is my brother or not?" he asked.

The kind where all the darkness slid underneath the tables, unseen, there, but invisible. I walked in without hesitation, coat slung over one arm, my heels quiet against the marble. Two guards stood at the entrance. They didn’t stop me. They knew my face, even if they’d never said my name aloud. They didn’t even dare to. Xavier was waiting at his desk, sleeves rolled up, the tension in his shoulders barely contained. The Alpha mask he wore during public appearances was gone, this was the real one, the kind whose calm meant danger. And the one who I knew feared for the woman he found himself in love with despite himself… the weakness he had, and the one person who he would want to protect ove

As Jax and I stood up, Armani hurried to my side again, he held my hand to stop me from walking. “I need a word, Mon chaton” Armani said and it was obvious Jax already had a distaste for the man. I leaned in and whispered to him “You know our section, it’s VIP. Go, I’ll be there with you soon” Jax left, not without throwing Armani a glare. “Who is he? Why is he here?” The French rake fired me questions. “I brought him. He’s a friend” I answered him with a gentle look. The kind that made men succumb.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

Morgana had joined the breakfast table wearing a royal blue dress. “Congratulations,” Joce passed Aramis a close-lip smile. It must be hard for her to see me sitting next to my mate while carrying his child too. “Thank you, did you congratulate Phoenix?” Aramis wasn’t a fool, he had his eyes everywhere. He always noticed every little thing but never really spoke up. Now that it was about me, he would not miss a chance to speak up. “Congratulations Phoenix!” Joce rushed on the words and shoved a waffle in her mouth, pretending to be busy consuming food.

Usually, they would make Sunny disappear from the face of the Earth. However, Xavier was worried about scaring Yvette, so he lied. "We'll make sure he doesn't come back to Tirion ever again." "I see," she said upon realization. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and a bodyguard said, "Mr. Lane, Ms. Jeana says she wants to see you." Xavier frowned; he didn't like Jeana at all. Before he could say anything, she had already barged her way over to the ward's door. "Xav! Are you alright?"

Angrily, Aurora turned back, and while Xena showed up with Jeanne, her friend, she stroked Shastina's shoulder- Shastina sighed deeply. “You have got yourself a good maid, she seemed more dangerous and authoritative than Aurora. I love your cold Aura girl,” Jeanne said, smiling like a clown, Xena looked at Shastina and let out. “You passed your test, let's go in,” Xena said to her, which made Jeanne to busted into laughter. “Is that a test, you are a scary bitch my queen” Jeanne said to Xena, but she ignored her and walked to the front phase of the maid -Jeanne trailing after her.

Rena’s POV Lord Xavier doesn't react immediately. His sharp gaze flickers between me and Armani, his expression unreadable. It's the kind of look that strips away layers, searching for weaknesses, measuring worth. He doesn’t seem like the kind of man who gets rattled easily, yet something about Armani’s words—his casual, almost flippant announcement—has clearly thrown him off balance. “That was… fast.” His voice is calm, neutral, but the way his brow furrows just slightly betrays a sliver of skepticism.

"Name?" Jay asked suddenly. Jean smiled and said, "Hehe, Brother, you’re trying to trick me into revealing your name, eh? No way. If I tell you your name, you’ll then discover a lot of things, won’t you?” Jay said, "I’m not asking you to tell me my name. I’m asking for your name.” Jean blurted out, "Jean Ares!" Realizing that he had made a mistake as soon as he said his name, Jean covered his mouth and stared at Jay in great horror.

The cream walls, the light brown sofas, the huge white bookshelves containing books with brown, red and black covers; the incandescent lighting that puts every little gesture to the test, no matter how hard I try to keep a low profile in a corner so as not to be noticed. Whoever designed Amelia's dress didn't make just one outfit, but combined all these elements together in perfect harmony. No doubt crafted by an extremely perfectionist mind. And if Jean is who I think he is, mathematics is exact, so 2+2 is four, Mr. Arnault plus Mr. Laurent from the past resulted in a strong friendship between Jean and Adam Arnault, the heir sworn to death by Papa.