Kurt X Ram Novels & Stories

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.

"You sure are quick-witted, Mr. Lund. Relax, I won't hurt your family. The deal I want to offer you will only benefit you. You have my word that I won't put you in harm's way." Xavier chuckled. "Why should I trust anything a fugitive says?" Kurt fell silent for a while before he responded, "Amber is my daughter." Xavier was absolutely shocked. Although he knew Kurt and Violet were lovers, it had never occurred to him that Amber was Kurt's daughter. He mulled over it and agreed to meet with him the next day. After he hung up, he stood beneath a street lamp and lit another cigarette. Light poured down from above, enveloping him in its glow. Dressed entirely in black, he seemed even more unfath

Kasa replied. Kurt eyed her. "Catori Dolphus why are you dressed as if it's a funeral?" he asked. "We're going to find those Reaper peeps, not sprinkle flowers at somebody's grave. You look like this guy at this poi..." He yelped in pain. Kasa stepped on his foot. Kasa and Kurt were dressed in all grey. Liam was the only one who was completely dressed in black, like her. "Are you all set to go?" Liam asked them.

He cut him off without looking at him. " But sir, the company offered to sell at a cheaper rate than other companies we buy from. I mean it was a great offer and I felt it's something we shouldn't let slip out of our hands. I'm certain if you get to see how much we are making from these new products, you will also..." Kurt grabbed him by the shirt and threw him across the room. Everyone was startled and became more alert. Oh Gosh! I looked at Kurt and he had veins jutting out from his wrists and his breath changed drastically.

Then, there was a BMW X5, glinting under the courtyard lights. Stepping out, I inhaled deeply, absorbing the sheer opulence—before my breath hitched. A massive black Boerboel emerged from the shadows, panting heavily as it locked its gaze onto me. A silent, unmoving presence. A death stare. I stiffened, instinctively stepping back. "It doesn’t bite," a voice drawled lazily. I looked up. Kurtis. Perched on the first-floor balcony, he leaned against the railing, a glass of wine in hand. Dressed in a simple, light shirt and white shorts, he looked entirely unbothered. "Stop staring and join me."