Novel & Cerita Kristján Kristjánsson

Delilah’s eyes glistened, emotion flickering briefly across her usually guarded features, but she held her composure. Kael’s voice lowered, gentle yet powerful. “He showed us that no one is beyond redemption. That no matter our mistakes, it’s never too late to do the right thing. And for that, we will honor him. For that, he will be remembered as a good man. He will be the remembered as the man who saved two women that would have sided against us and yet have also chosen different side. A different side than family. Family of blood and half chosen to make amends as they became family by choice.”

A frown grew on my lips. "Why do I need guards?" I muttered to him. "We're here to protect our Luna. You're important to us now." He smiled. "I didn't catch your name?" I smiled at him. I was touched that I just got here and I already had people that cared about me. "My name is Oscar." He bowed his head. "Nice to meet you Oscar. My name is Helena." I smiled at him, extending my hand out for him to shake. He looked at it strangely, but hesitantly shook it.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

I nodded, acknowledging his request, "Anything else, sir?" He snorted, settling himself behind his desk, "Yes, stop calling me sir or Mr. Astor. You've lasted as my assistant longer than anyone, bar Katie," his face soured at the mention of her name, lips curling into a snarl, "and you aren't doing any of the stuff she did to keep her job so you've impressed me. Might as well give you the privilege to call me Gunnar." I looked at him with a look of utter astonishment. Did he suddenly see the light inside the bathroom or maybe the ghost of Christmas future approached him?

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

Sapphire blushed in embarrassment as whisked the chocolate batter. "I do but I wear normal ones...not the one which once your husband will see you and won't leave till you are pregnant with triplets!" A gush of embarrassment brewed in Sapphire and before she could think anything, the whisk flew out of her hand to hit the shameless Selena ! Selena ditched the the whisk and grinned victoriously. She turned to pick up the the whisk from the floor but was left star struck to find James Ronaldo behind her with the batter spread on his face and shoulders.

"Who is your fated mate?" I heard Ragnar's voice burn through the mind link, 'Celia', but I shook him off. His taste for Celia must have ridden him of his senses, there's no way a wolfless omega could even be my mate. The goddess had chosen Leah as my mate. She could never be wrong about that. I held the fifth elder's gaze, Leah's father, and the first on my list for reparations. "Leah Moren is my mate."

I fucking hate it every time he mentions my mother. >Don't do anything stupid, Freya. Control yourself, we just need to be strong.< It was Kodaline, my wolf's name. >What do you think I'm doing? Having a fucking coffee party?< I snarl back at her. >Sorry.< Kodaline replied apologetically that I couldn't help but feel bad for snarling at her.