Kicks Book Novels & Stories

His hand slipped into his jacket and when he brought it out, a cold glint flashed beneath the dim lights. It was a knife. He tightened his grip and approached Nova who was facing another attacker. Hayes was several steps away. Neither noticed. The man suddenly lunged. "Behind you!" Someone screamed. Nova's eyes widened. She turned. But the knife was already dangerously close. Just then— Bang! A sharp kick struck the man's chest. His body flew backward and he crashed onto the floor. The entire bar fell silent. Nova regained her footing. A man stood between her and the attacker.

He looks at me and nods quietly. "Good Kitty, I will be nice, I swear." His eyebrows raise as I feel my eyes almost rolling. His body still circling mine. "Mmm, see now where would I start Kitty? Maybe with the whip?" I watch as he walks around and grabs it, placing it on the floor ahead of me. "Maybe not, nipple clamps, they would be perfect, the vibrations running along your body." He places them in front of me, my eyes watching. He walks around the room, my eyes following him.

"The study. Top floor, south wing. He and his consigliere are the only ones who have a key. Guards take turns guarding it, especially at night. You'll need a damn good distraction." My mind began to race with logistics. Timing. Guard patterns, routes. But why did Vincenzo have another study and how did she know about it? "How do you know about the book?" "I saw it once, years ago when I was still the sweet little obedient girl they paraded around at charity balls. I snuck into the study and caught him reading it. He didn't see me but I remember clearly. It has a black leather cover and a gold trim and he read it like it was scripture."

Until Ember broke out of the Northcrest alpha mansion—dragging Derek with her. Bold move. Dumb one, too. Soon as I opened the door, they dropped to their knees. "Nyra, I was wrong. Please... come home?" Ember's tears poured down. Derek glanced up. "I've missed you. Just... come back." Yeah. No. After Dad cut Northcrest off, their pack spiraled. Other packs started circling like vultures. They were barely holding on. Conall blamed Derek, stripped his title, handed it off to some bastard raised outside the pack.

Caesar lowered his head to look at the phone in his hand. He had not hung up and was about to say something. An airport announcement was clearly heard from the other end. "Dear passengers, the international flight you are boarding…" The call was hung up the next second. I turned off my phone and queued up for the flight to the United States. The Carlonis' Underboss smiled at me and asked, "You refused to see us whenever we extended an invite to you the last three years, Eva.

" Smack! With a vicious swoosh, the scepter struck Sam's chest without any reservation. "Gahhh!" The searing pain shocked him fully awake, and his scream tore through the house. His thin pajama shirt split apart, revealing a long, crimson mark across his chest. Smack! Smack! Smack! Even then, the exorcists showed no sign of stopping. The three of them took turns, striking Sam's abdomen, ribs, and thighs over and over, their attacks raining down mercilessly.

"Watch out!" Alec reacted instantly. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me behind him, then snapped out a vicious roundhouse kick that sent the man flying. The man screamed as he staggered backward several steps. But like a completely unhinged madman, he used the momentum of the kick to lunge toward Eliza instead. "If I can't kill her, I'll kill you! It was you phony Samaritans who got my brothers killed!" "Help!" Eliza shrieked, terror written all over her face.

After he had gotten on it, he helped me up. With the anger that had filled him, he rode violently back through the narrow path, the horse galloping as if it wanted to tear the ground apart. As we got back to Alpha Jake's Fort, we headed straight to the chamber. Right behind the door, after we had opened it, was a book on the ground. It wasn't just any book, I could tell it was familiar while looking at it from my standing position. It was opened and it seemed like someone had just written on the last page, waiting for the ink to dry up.

“Go die out there, then! At least you won’t be wasting your brother’s food!” She yanked the front door open and kicked me hard in the side. I lost my balance and tumbled into the hallway, clutching Duke. Bang! The door slammed shut. Then came the locks. Click. Click. Two deadbolts. I lay sprawled on the cold concrete floor, every bone in my body screaming. From inside, Tyler’s voice drifted out. “Mom, her puffer jacket’s pretty thick. You should’ve taken it off her before kicking her out.”

His knuckles brushed her collarbone. She caught his wrist before he could pull away. His pulse was there, under her thumb. Faster than she expected. "Talk to me," she said. "About what." "Anything. Something that's not about us. I need—" She exhaled. "I need to not think for a few minutes." He hesitated. His wrist was still in her hand. Then he started talking. Not about them. About Nietzsche. A madman with a lantern. "I seek God," the madman cried. "Where has God gone?"