Kaa Novelas e Histórias

КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

A shadow. It had come to him through an encrypted message on a burner phone—a name he hadn’t heard in years, yet one that still sent a chill down his spine. It was a name that had been whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld, spoken with a mix of fear and reverence. A name that had once belonged to a friend, but had since become synonymous with death. **Kade.**

Kavi {{ Jewel, baby come onnnnn, I really don't see what the issue is here with sending him to the summit, I mean this could mean forming new alliances with other packs on an international level, this could be huge for us }} (( Kavi Sloan, please don't make me hurt you, you want me to send my baby so far away, to an entirely different continent! where anything could go wrong! where anything could happen to him and I or we would not be able to help him ))

"No need to stalk. I don’t scare easily." From the shadows emerged a towering figure. Tall, broad-shouldered, with hair as dark as midnight and eyes like wildfire. Kael Thorne. The Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack. Dangerous. Ruthless. Revered. His presence hit her like thunder. "You crossed into my territory," he said, voice deep and smooth like velvet over blades. She tilted her head. "You make it sound like I stumbled into your bed. Am I trespassing, or tempting?" Kael’s jaw clenched. “You know who I am.”

God, please! Kaida was a lion— wild, ruthless, and savagely brutal. Never bluffing, only charged with ire, and tore through barricades to make a point. Kai? A king Cobra— quietly lethal, handsy with weapons, and a calculated killer. Patient to the bone, but when he struck, the mountains crumbled. Back in our honeymoon, some armed goons had tried to steal from me, and Kai lodged a pen in a man's throat in self-defense.

Kade pushed a thick anal plug into my ass while Kai locked a leather collar around my throat. “Welcome to your new life, Ava,” Kai whispered darkly.

But peace was proving elusive. Kai had emerged from the guest room twenty minutes ago wearing nothing but black board shorts that hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V-lines of his abdomen and the kind of sculpted body that belonged on magazine covers, or in sinful dreams. He moved around the open kitchen with casual grace, slicing fresh mango and pineapple, the muscles in his back and shoulders shifting with every movement. “Want some?” he called, holding up a piece of mango speared on a knife. Lila hesitated, then walked over. The moment she got close, she caught his scent again: warm skin, sea salt, and something darkly masculine. Dangerous.