Kinnporsche Novel 18 Novels & Stories

My arms encircled the armrest. "Then we're on borrowed time." "What are we going to do? Vincenzo will kill us if he finds out anything" I met her gaze. "Survive. First and foremost." She quietly slipped away, and I remained silent. Later, strolling about the villa, I found myself in front of the library. Its lights were still on. I went in. Vincenzo was lying on the sofa. A book in his lap. Asleep. The fire crackled next to him. His head lolled against the armrest, his face relaxed, vulnerable. No monster now. Only a man. There was a tightening in my chest. One I did not wish to identify. Because I wasn't meant to feel anything. Yet the distinction between hunter and prey had vanished. And I

The promises I made would remain unfulfilled. I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… In the foggy blur of memories, the chaotic light faded to darkness. A gunshot rang out, followed by a chorus of enraged screams. I couldn't remember what happened next, only that, somewhere in the hellish abyss, I saw him. He had come for me. … Vincent's POV: The dark forest was suffocating that night, cold, damp and filled with the metallic stench of blood. The mist clung to my skin like ghostly fingers and every breath felt heavier than the last.

After an intimate kiss, a silent understanding settled between them, a silent promise of something more. They embarked on the journey back to the mansion, in his sleek, elegant Porsche, a vehicle as alluring as the man who sat behind the wheel. The ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence, As they arrived at his majestic mansion, a stately structure exuding grandeur and history, he tenderly kissed her forehead, a gesture that sent shivers down her spine. The touch of his lips felt like a tender caress, a promise of the secrets that lay within. Without uttering a single word, he gracefully exited the car, leaving Rose with a blend of anticipation and wonder. She watched him disappear in

Just how could she tried to seduce Jace in front of her? The flight going to Los Angeles was good. Not even a single report of turbulence or something. They were sorrounded with lots of burly men in suits with eyeglasses. Arianne figured it's all Killian's men. She all greet them with a small smile as Jace drag her to the car with two men already sitting on the front. While Killian remain and talk for a while with his men. When their car reached the beach house, Arianne saw there are two choppers that seem to fly around the area.

The forest smelled different at night—sharper, colder, like the world held its breath waiting for something to break. I moved silently between the ancient pines, my senses stretched taut like a bowstring. Elena’s scent was faint but unmistakable, threading through the underbrush like a silver thread weaving through dark fabric. I followed it, heart pounding beneath my ribs. She was close. Too close for comfort, yet just out of reach. The moon hung low and full, casting pale light that flickered through the canopy, painting the forest floor with ghostly patterns.

I growl again, knowing that Raina is helping Brooke remove my marks from her body. When I feel air blast me backwards, I snarl. Yeah, she knows I’m here. However, before I can do anything, I’m hit in the back of the head with a fireball. I turn, ready to fight, when I see Kenna on the ground, holding another fireball in her hand. “What are you doing, Iniko? Eavesdropping is beneath dragons,” she growls. “Maybe I was trying to find the truth that no one was willing to give me before, Kenna,” I snarl.

Introductions forgotten. Alessandra is wearing sunglasses already, seeing as she and Gino got very drunk while having noisy sex all afternoon. We heard them when Alexi opened the door for our food cart and texted Gino to tell him the halls were echoing with the noise they were making. This hotel has two penthouse apartments, in what used to be one huge one. They share a hall with us with a door directly opposite ours.

He was good, like really good. As I turned the next page, I found not the eyes of a wolf but the eyes of Katarina staring back at me, her beautiful hair cascading over one side of her shoulder and a beautiful smile lighting up the curves of her lips. Damn, he got every single detail of Katarina perfect, right down to the tiny scar she had on the corner of her eyebrow. Honestly in real life its near invisible to the eye, the only telltale that it was even there was the slight lack of hair where her eyebrow should be but nowhere near noticeable unless she told you the story of how she had acquired it. I turned another page yet again finding another portrait of Katarina only this time she was a

"Mr. Kross doesn't ride them often, but he appreciates engineering." Adrian on a motorcycle? The image made my heart do a dangerous little flip. I shook my head to clear the thought and pointed toward a sleek dark-gray Porsche. "Let's take that one." "Excellent choice," Marcus said, opening the door for me. Twenty minutes later, the Porsche pulled up to the valet area of the city's most exclusive luxury shopping district. Nina was already waiting by the glass fountains. The second she saw me step out of the passenger seat, her jaw practically hit the pavement.

The Gorkha might have heard something, for he abruptly got up and rushed towards the gate. Yelling at me to get up and stand to one side, he spread the gates wide. A scuba-blue Audi sedan with tinted glass-windows turned in and zoomed past me towards the mansion. As I watched, it screeched to a stop about twenty meters from the gate. The back door opened and she stepped out. Looking at me, she held on to the door as if about to fall. Before I could react or even think, she bent inside the car, pulled out a silver platter and ran towards me. Applying the vermilion on my forehead, she thrust a piece of sweet into my mouth. I could see tears building up in her eyes. As I stood there perplexed,