Kane Book Novels & Stories

She could hear Mr Kane’s voice. He was talking to some client. Mr Kane was a rich man, he earned a lot thanks to making business with both the rich and the poor by selling shady drugs to anyone who could afford it. Mr Kane was a man in his fifties with gray hair and piercing brown eyes. He was an Alpha and he had a weak spot for Omegas, male or female unimportant, as long as they were young. The younger the better. Arya was still pretty young, it was her second time here.

It was spiral-bound with an etching of a lily at the top of each lined page. At least she hadn’t said this was my homework. Heading back to my room, I encountered Kane’s new slave. She was wearing a simple blue dress which matched her eyes and also what I assumed were sapphires in that cumbersome collar. “Not so fast,” I said. “I want a word with you.” * Kane’s POV An electronic alert told me my slave was talking to someone. By this time Kayleigh was watching cartoons on my laptop. Given her rapt attention, I trusted her not to accidentally delete anything.

It all fits into one medium size suitcase. “How the hell do you have so many books?!” Kane shouts, looking at me with exasperation. He’s on the 4th box of books and I have enough to fit one more. “All of your personal things fit into 2 medium suitcases and we’re looking at 5 boxes of books.” “Babe?” Cyn says softly. Kane stops what he’s doing, his eyes immediately on his mate, “Yeah honey?” “Can you go get that thing I’ve been working on? You know, the important thing” She gives him a look.

He turned to face me, handing both books to me. One read; *Theories of the Lycan’s Luna.* And the other read; *Hierarchy of the Blood Moon pack.* A categorization of the pack's Alphas from the very beginning till date. Kane would be added when he celebrates his 60th birthday, and that's a long time from now. I briefly glanced at him; our eyes met, and my cheeks heated up.

Surprisingly, Serena didn’t fight back and just let me take her. “I’ll be back,” I told them as I left the living room, but I felt Kane’s eyes on me. ‘Is everything fine?’ I heard Kane say down the mind-link. ‘I have a feeling that the book is still somewhere in this library. I’m going to find it.’ ‘Be careful. I have some business to attend to and will join you when I can.’ I smiled. ‘It’s just the library… but check on the kids for me. They’re not very happy to be kept in.’

"Are you listening to yourself or are you too busy staring at my companion?" Kane had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. He cleared his throat and tried to refocus. "Sorry. I was just thinking that perhaps I should introduce myself properly." He took a step toward Bianca, extending his hand. "Kane Houston. I am a business associate of Anna's. And you are?" Bianca looked at his extended hand, then at Anna, uncertain what to do. Anna had said not to talk to anyone without permission. But this was Kane, someone Anna was doing business with. Did that count?

It pained me to think of how many people had potentially lost their lives in the midst of this madman—or woman’s—trials and errors. Kane kept a firm hold on me. “Alright. Everyone starts scouring the place,” he ordered. “Take anything that may appear valuable. Once we’re gone, I want this entire place destroyed.” I pulled away from him long enough to find a large leather-bound tome that had been carelessly wedged in between the lower shelves of the table. “What’s that?” Kane asked. “I’m not too sure. But it looks like a medical journal of some kind,” I answered. Kane’s POV

It created a striking mix of wealth and thrill that felt a bit out of place. Men in thousand-dollar suits stood alongside others wearing leather vests adorned with territorial patches. Women adorned in diamonds engaged in conversation with those whose outfits barely qualified as dressed. Money exchanged hands with a casual indifference while bookmakers shouted odds that involved more cash than most people saw in a lifetime. This was Kane’s domain—wild, fierce, and completely relentless. “Stay close,” Kane instructed as we climbed out of the truck. His motorcycle, black chrome that reflected the lights like obsidian, had been unloaded and prepped by his crew. “Don’t talk to anyone I haven’t i

he said and handed the delivery to his boss. “Are we back to this again?” Kane joked. “Could be from Reggie,” said Emilia. “Thanks, Harry,” said Kane, dismissing the butler and opening the package immediately. “What’s that?” “Looks like a contract booklet of some sort,” he said, assessing the sheets of paper which were held together with plastic spiral binding. “It looks like a manuscript,” Emilia commented as Kane began to flip the pages and read the content. “What the hell?” “What is it?” “This is from Serena. It’s an excerpt from her book and she has dedicated a chapter to talking about Lillian and Samuel. There is some heavy stuff in here.”

ADRIAN’S POV The interstate stretched endlessly ahead, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through Oregon's rolling hills. Twenty-nine days left. I kept the speedometer at exactly the limit, knowing that getting pulled over would be catastrophic. Beside me, Elena sat with her laptop balanced on her knees, researching Kane like our lives depended on it. Which they did. "Tell me about him," she said without looking up. "Kane. How do you know him?" I gripped the steering wheel tighter. Victor Kane. Even his name tasted like poison. "College," I said. "MIT. We were roommates freshman year."