Kaz Brekker Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My Beloved Readers, Thank you for supporting me with Kaleb's story. For those who have not read my other books, please find the list below: Book 1: Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story) Book 4: The Devil's Love For The Heiress (Kate's Story)

"Uhm. Please, can I get directions? I need some books, but I don't know my way around here." Kaz quietly opened her eyes and stared at me with sleepy black eyes. "What books?" "Pure blood. Golden eyes." I revealed truthfully. My fingers began to tap my lap rhythmically due to the anticipation of getting myself imbued with knowledge that I'd be soon using. Kaz adjusted the glass on the bridge of her nose and stared at me with sleepy eyes before closing her eyes again and chewing gum. "Oh, those categories? Alpha had ordered them to be packed away early in the morning. So we have none of that in here." Completing her words, she looked at me intently and yawned again, then closed her eyes. It w

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

And in this crowd, if I can buy enough books in ten minutes without showing off my wolf speed, the better. "Are you really going to read that book?" a familiar voice pops out from the back. I am half-way my turn to say 'excuse me' when I realize that voice is Kaze's. "Ka-Kaze," I almost choke. He is smiling brightly at me. He has a couple of books in his cart, and he looks so damn good in a casual green and blue shirt. I want to be happy seeing him here, but I remember the last days I tried avoiding him. Now, face-to-face with this human with a visual of a gorgeous immortal, I am asking why do I need to avoid him. He didn't do anything bad. He even picked a fight for my lame brother.

Did the warlord authorize his immediate return to active duty? The exact second the mid-day rations break initializes, my unexpected manifestation triggers an explosion of frantic gossip across the entire hall. The violent events from the previous dawn are still burning fresh in everyone’s thoughts, fueling a massive wave of pack curiosity. While the low-tier grunts engage in wild speculation, Malik debates whether his boots should cross the boundary to approach my position. Just then, Rebekah strides out from the heavy rehearsal vault.

She blinked in the dark alley, then braced a palm on the ground to slowly rise. "Maker-" Alessia hissed between gritted teeth as she pressed a palm to her side. The pain lanced through her, jolting a fresh wave of heat at the back of her eyes. She stayed like that, half-kneeling in the gravel while struggling to draw in measured breaths, afraid that if she breathed too deeply, her expanding lung may puncture from a broken rib.