Novelas y relatos de Kane Powers

It never solved the problem. I feel General Kane's shadow looming over me. When I look up, I meet his stare. A crease forms in his eyebrows, and he stretches out his hand to me. I take hold of it and he gently pulls me to my feet. "I want to believe you haven't given up." The tears sting in my eyes as I fight to hold them in. I shake my head in reply. "Good." General Kane moves backwards and takes his fighting position. "You once had your powers, you can have them again. But remember, it won't be easy to achieve this."

Damon. She turned, her heart hammering. He emerged from the shadows, eyes narrowed, expression unreadable. “You’ve been using it,” he said, voice tense. “You shouldn’t.” “I—what do you mean?” Her words faltered. “You don’t understand what this is,” he said, taking a step closer. “This power… it’s dangerous. Not just for you, but for everyone around you. The pack, your life, mine.” “Then help me understand,” she demanded, her voice stronger than she expected. The glow around her wrists flared brighter, almost defiant.

"Kane's trip appears to be successful." Jenna said as she handed me papers to authorize an expense account, authority to obtain vehicles under the name of one of our more discrete pack owned companies and authority for use of Kane's private plane. "Goddess! Did he meet his Luna? This is more than he has ever allowed for anything." I exclaimed.

a low deep voice murmured, close enough that the warmth of his breath brushed the nape of her neck. "You look like you want to kill everyone in this room." Celine's pulse spiked, but she didn't drop the tray. Instead, she turned slowly, deliberately, forcing her expression into one of polite neutrality. And there he was. Adrian Kane. He stood inches away, towering over her in a black suit that brought out the sharp lines of his shoulders and the sharp set of his jaw. His dark hair was perfectly styled, a few strands falling across his forehead, and his eyes piercing gray, like storm clouds trapping lightning locked onto hers with an intensity that made the air between them thicken.

Professor Kane leaned back in his leather chair, watching me. He looked powerful. Six feet three, with wide shoulders. His white shirt was open at the neck, sleeves rolled up to show strong arms with dark hair. His jaw was sharp, with a little stubble. Those dark eyes locked on me right away. He did not smile. He just looked, slow and careful. His gaze moved down my body. It stopped on my chest where my nipples poked clearly against the white fabric. Then it dropped lower, over my short skirt and bare legs. I felt naked under his eyes. My pussy tightened, and a warm drop of wetness slid down my inner thigh.

Kane rumbled from five feet away. He was already standing under the primary light array, his massive shoulders casting a long, intimidating shadow across the emerald floor plates. He hadn't let the media team touch his hair or soften the hard, weathered lines of his jaw. He stood like an iron pillar in the center of the storm, his dark eyes tracking the countdown clock flashing on the wall. 00:12:45 UNTIL LIVE BROADCAST.

Katherine answered. Move on? I couldn't. My entire career was borne of Nikolas. It sounded like such a shallow thing to say but who was I kidding? I got most of my endorsement and shoots because those industries wanted to be on Nik's good side. A large portion of my social media audience were women who simped for Nik because he was young, rich, and equally good-looking. I would lose all that once it became public knowledge that Nikolas Sica had dumped me. Bad publicity could be good publicity but my career would be plunged to the depths of this got out.

he said into the phone. “Who are you calling?” She asked suspiciously. “You’ll see,” he replied. Kendra didn’t budge. She lifted her chin defiantly and remained seated on the couch opposite him. There was a knock on the door and Kane said, “Come in.” It turned out to be Kane’s bodyguard, Dino. He was a huge African-American man who was built like Optimus Prime. His dark suit fit him perfectly like a glove and he permanently had a pair of dark shades on.

We were going to perform ‘Senorita by Shawn Medes and Camilla Cabello’ and I was sweating profusely as we drove through the Ark Town and headed towards New Bryxton Town for the competition. I lied to my brothers as I told them that I will be with Tessa for the entire day as well have to work on a school project, when in reality here I am with Zane, driving in his posh car which feels so cool to drive in. No wonder not only girls but also boys fall at his feet, this car is his impression of superiority. Wearing his Ray Bans and looking as confident and handsome as ever, he drove the car smoothly, with just using one palm. The other one was resting next to my thigh and I wished he’d put it on

I smiled as I stood up and walked over to him offering him my hand. "My names Nevaeh Allias." "Allias..." he trailed off in thought. "Isn't that...." "Nevaeh, What are you doing?" I looked over my shoulder to see my father coming towards us with Beta Benjamin. Kane immediately stood up as well as the others and bowed their heads in respect as they approached. "Training," I said with a shrug. "And who might this be?" my father asked as he studied Kane before looking at the others. "This is Kane, he's part of the pack warriors for the royals."