Novel & Cerita Kick Asscast

“They’re the ones I was talking about. Do you remember?” “It’s them?” I nod. “Oh, of course. I remember.” He shifts his attention to J and A. “I’m sorry about that; I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m Cassius Katrakis, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He holds out his hand to them, and they spring up to accept the handshake. Arianna’s mouth drops, and her eyes are glued to his face in admiration. I swear I just saw her eyes sparkle. Cassius is definitely her type.

He smiled, and I walked over to Slasher. I kicked him in the butt, and he turned around pissed. I smiled, and he lightened up before throwing his arm on my shoulders. "Took you long enough to get down here." I hit his arm playfully. "Hey, you're the one that sucks at giving directions." He just ruffed up my hair and turned back to the guys. "You all remember Cobra right? Cobra, this is Hash, Flame, Blade, and Twist." I held back laughter at their names. I mean, mine isn't much better but still.

Cassius came up behind me, dressed in an all black outfit that made him look dangerous, expensive and unfairly attractive. His hand slid around my waist as he kissed the side of my neck. “You look beautiful.” I met his eyes in the mirror. “Do I look normal?” His brows furrowed in a questioning manner. “I mean… normal.” I emphasized He turned me gently to face him. “You look great as always, Sweetness.” He said simply. A knock came on the door. “Your guests are here, Alpha.” One of the staff announced from outside. He stretched his hand out. “After you, Sweetness.”

There was uncertainty in her eyes, something fragile, but she did not move away. She nodded. That was enough. For now. "You're mine too... you understand that, right?" she replied softly, her voice deeper than before, mimicking his . Kane let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, princess. I'm yours too." ⸻ The city streets were still damp from the storm the night before, the air cool and clean. Kane's black Aston Martin rolled to a smooth stop in front of Mona's apartment building. She played with the hem of his t shirt before turning toward him.

Cassie asked her own temper starting to flair. "No free samples!" Her father said. But Cassie's eyes were on the Nathan who had just walked in with his father. The smiled at each other. When They reached his mother he kept his eyes on her. She could only imagine what his mother was yelling at him about. Jake came over to them. "You must forgive Nathan; it was just an innocent stollen kiss. He had no intentions of going any further. "You were making out with him?" Marcella asked furious. "Mother, it was just one kiss," Cassie told her.

“Non of your fucking business Lucas. She’s off limit.” “What’s she to you then, your slut?” “Fuck off.” Lucas chucked. “Thought as much, one of your bitches huh? Still ain’t over her yet, she hot tho.” Kenzo clutched his fist, he was ready to punch If he doesn’t get the fuck out of here in the last minute. “I’ve one question, who is she to you, isn’t she your bitch? Cause she’s not your woman, everyone knows who your woman is.. Zara obviously, so who is she?”

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

Besides him in the containment cell. “Lightning Storm was defeated,” I ask. Unstoppable nods his head. “Hmm. Too bad. Nevertheless, I got who I needed." Turning back to the hundreds of monitors in front of me, I push a button on my remote control and watch as the monitors turn on, showing me pictures of the OutCasts. "QuickShot," I start, "Ms. Justice. JumpStart. SpeedBlade. Watch out, because it won't be long now, and once I have what I need, I'll be the one standing."

He stood up, rounding his desk to where she stood facing straight forward. “There's a man in Mexico city. A very powerful man that threatens my position as the top worldwide.” His voice lowers to almost a whisper, the strong breathy smell of toba**o fanning her face. “Don Antonio Alvarez. You will infiltrate his mansion and assassinate him quietly. No mistakes.” Her head shot up. “Another don?” Darius’ brow lifted slightly. “Are you perhaps hesitant right now?” His voice dipped lethally. “I'm not,” Alina said quickly.

He needs to talk to her fiancé alone for a minute. He turns and surveys Adam. Abby clearly has a type. They’ve got the same hair, and muscular build, though Karl is much bigger. Adam doesn’t exude the same power and authority, but he wouldn’t, would he? He’s not an Alpha. “Adam Mitchell,” he says, finally addressing him. “Corporate investor. Popular foodie. That’s you, isn’t it?” “Sure is.” “You’ve been making quite a name for yourself recently.”