Kim Dani Novels & Stories

His golden hair looked wet and bright under the kitchen light and the surrounding aura was cold, feisty, and devilish. Damien had not come to the kitchen for anything else, aside from wholly checking on the little slave he had in his custody. He had been away for some days and had only returned. His return was triumphant both for business and for his pack, and a potent celebration was going on outside, but he just had to make sure that the traitor was still alive, he wouldn't let her die easily, nor would he let her live…easily. She had to experience the pain, the exact pain he felt years ago. It had become a routine over the years, to come check on her, just to be sure that she wasn’t dead

"You said she is your aunty.' "Yes, why are you curious to know about her all of a sudden? Don't you think you should let sleeping dogs lie?" "What if she is the one after her life?" Dante asked. "She was still in jail when Sir Calvin contacted me that he saw her at the resort before the bomb blast, I had to check, the truth is, she was still there, so it only meant someone else was impersonating her, although the warder said, he is sure, she will be out in the next two months, so we have to do everything to protect her more..." Dante pushed his hair in frustration, as Gordon keeps talking, Jayden sighed badly, he felt sorry for Dante, it might be difficult for her. "Not to worry, I have con

“That’s what I thought. You can’t even deny it.” The door cracked open again. Damon stepped inside, phone in hand. His expression gave away nothing, but his eyes flickered to me with quiet weight. “You’ll want to see this, sir.” He placed the phone on my desk. A video is already running. Daniel Han stood at a podium, cameras flashing. His voice was steady, commanding. “This press conference is regarding the recent rumors surrounding Miss Vivian Kim,” he said. “The man seen with her in recent days is not a stranger, nor a scandal. He is me—her father.”

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

“I choose myself first. These twins are mine. I will raise them here while I train and learn the truth about my blood. No one owns me.” Damon nodded slowly. “Then train with me. I will help you grow stronger.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “This is not over. I will return.” He shifted into his big black wolf and ran back into the woods. The pack started to leave, whispering loudly. Cassandra blinked at me, giving one hateful look at me as she left That night, after my twin pups fell asleep with Scarlett, I met Damon in the deepest woods. Moonlight lit the side of the woods where we had been together before.

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

He says, leaning against the bar counter. This is true, I still don’t know how to work my visions well, and I haven’t seen much lately either. Even when I touch Kai, there’s nothing. I hope that it wasn’t just a one time deal with this supposed gift, or perhaps the Goddess only allows me to see things she deemed necessary? “Well, we will see, I guess. Who else knows about Caterina?” Dimitri asks. “Only Kon, no one else. Speaking of which, there are a few other things you need to be aware of,” Kai starts and gestures to the back office.

I ask. "You so want to get laid tonight," she teasing, wiggling her eyebrows at my reflection; the red stilettos and lip stick making a clear statement. I just roll my eyes, giving her a wink. We laugh and walk out towards the kitchen. Dan changed into dark khaki pants that hug the muscles in his thighs, and a white V-neck t-shirt that clings to his torso. He has a black leather jacket slung over his shoulder. I bite my bottom lip, heat rising to my face as his eyes instantly travel down my body, lingering on my bare legs.

I stayed seated, not bothering to stand up because if it was Dean, he would surely know where to find me. After a while, I heard footsteps behind me, and when I turned to look, it was Dean's friend, whom I think is named Drake. What was he doing here? "Hi," he said, sitting down while I just stood there, looking at him. Before he could say a word, I spoke instead. "Dean isn't around, why not come tonight and see him?" He smiled and moved closer to me, our eyes locked on each other. "I didn't come to see Dean, I know he's not around, so I came to see you."

“The rules are we share. That’s it. What’s yours is ours, brother.” Before Keane could make a rebuttal, the door opened again, and Beau stepped in, closing it behind him and then turning the lock three times, just like he always did. Diagnosed with a severe form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, not even the meds took away all the symptoms. We loved him anyway. “What’s the problem in here, gentlemen?” he asked. “I could hear shouting down the hall.” “Keane met the new intake,” I said. “But he’s trying to claim her for himself.”