Kane Powers の小説・ストーリー

If I didn't pay attention, I would've missed it. "Karrion Black. Tell me about yourself, Ms. Kane." "There's not much to tell. I'm an art scout and purchaser for wealthy art lovers. I throw the entirety of my days into work, and that's that." "Interesting. You intrigue me, Ms. Kane, and I'd like to understand why. " He said as he looked intensely at me. It was almost as if he was trying to figure me out. "I intrigue many people, Mr. Black. "

I saw him decide against this though, because in the next moment he cleared his throat and squared his shoulders. “There’s no perfect analogy to describe our powers, so I’ll try to keep this simple,” he said cryptically, and I blinked. I could feel the skin on my forehead crease with the confusion I was starting to feel, but Kane’s only response was a half apologetic shrug as he sniffed and continued.

I said finally voicing out the fears that have been hiding since Alpha Kane has the power to order the death of Alex. That's my fear.

Barring any accidents, the Malcolm Family's Young Master, Engineer Kane Malcolm, would come to get her soon. Kane Malcolm is a 22-year-old man who was the youngest, most talented, and sought-after bachelor and engineer of the country, he was like a male god before women and an idol for men. He is smart, rich, handsome and a president of his own company, and a talented engineer that even international famous people wanted him. Kane has always been a picky and crafty man. He likes to drink and have fun, but he also was a man who thought women are only bothersome creatures since all they did was a nag and demand things. Crafty snakes that would scheme to get anything they want.

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HEADQUARTERS Jordan's dark pair of ocean eyes were strictly focused on some documents as he worked busily being isolated in his office. His chocolate brown pigmented hair were messy but it charmed him more while his professional attire screamed extreme richness. Jordan Lawrence was no easy man after all. His every second was money making him intimidatingly the most powerful man in the world business. He was the best known tycoon in the entire continent. Also be called as the godfather of the entertainment industry who had his every possible reach over the numbers of platforms in multimedia resources.

His eyes were black and empty, although she could occasionally see the beginnings of small red flames smoldering deep within the empty depths. Power clung to him as if he were power come to life, power personified. He moved with a flowing grace, yet when he stopped, he was as still as the very mountains, a part of the earth itself. He was like Dobah, yet unlike him. He bowed to her, a courtly, prince-like gesture, before turning his attention to the vampire. Blenda's breath stilled in her body. This was Kane. It could be no other. Dobah's twin and a male without equal.

Bellona smirked, walking closer to him. “What do you think Kane that you can take all my powers?” she asked, still walking closer to him. Kane came down from his horse. He summoned the rocks, but they didn’t answer him. He summoned the spikes that he used to kill her mate, but they didn’t respond. Frustrated, he tried to weld the air, fire, water, but none replied to him. It was like he had never had the powers in the first place. He looked at his hand, confused.

“So he’s making moves now. One by one.” “No,” Kane said. “He’s consolidating power. Diane was never meant to live past the plan’s next phase. She was too independent. Too unpredictable.” He turned to me. “That means you and I… we’re running out of time.” I nodded, forcing my hands to keep moving, strapping the holster to my thigh, tightening my boots. “Do we tell Gina?” “She’ll hear it eventually,” Kane said. “Let her grieve. Or pretend to. Either way, she still hasn’t proven which side she’s really on.”

His head tilted to the side, and an infuriatingly smug smirk played on his lips, a glint of mischief in his piercing gaze. Evanora’s heart raced wildly, her practiced smile faltering. Their eyes clashed in a silent battle neither was willing to lose—until she finally looked away, her composure teetering. Turning to the group of actresses nearby, who were giggling and blushing, she asked with forced calm, "Who is he? What's he doing here?" One of the women, wide-eyed, gasped. "You don’t know him? That’s Eros Kane! The youngest and richest billionaire in New Orleans. Ruthless, untouchable—even politicians bow to him. The Kane family is famous worldwide. How could you not know them?"

My pussy is swollen and throbbing and clenching around nothing and I need to be filled so badly my hands are shaking. Kane and Soren stand at the foot of the bed. In the firelight I can see them clearly now and the sight makes my breath catch. Kane is the bigger of the two. Broad as a doorframe, dark blond hair, a jaw that looks like it can cut me. His arms are thick with muscle and covered in scars. His eyes arelocked on me with a hunger that's different from Cade's feral desperation or Rhett's controlled patience. This is predatory. Calculated.