Novel & Cerita Kurt X Ram

Xan said looking directly at Kurt. Kurt had lost weight and had bags under his eyes. Still, Xan would be careful not to underestimate him. “I thought it was time to meet, we are both relatively young Chairman!” Said Kurt. “We been Chairman for a while, why now?” Xan pushed. Kurt chuckled and said “I like your directness! Makes life so much simpler, does it not? Fine, I will put my cards on the table. My contacts have informed me of something quite interesting!” “Oh? Please expand ?” Xan said stone-faced.

They were so into it that they didn't notice that the bathroom door has been opened and someone was stroking himself off. Kurt came to the Lumeré to collect some of his stuffs that be really needed, he was wearing shorts and a tank top that displays his ripped body and charming physique, he was given the previlege to live in the Lumeré mansion anytime he likes, he was not only Jose's pilot but also his driver and friend, but due to Kurt being a quiet person and don't normally talks, he didn't have much friend even outside the house, but what has always got him attentions and places him in the limelight was his extremely good looks and ripped body, he could win national award in modeling but

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.

Unlike Nathan, who was a famous playboy and man of the women, Damon has always kept a low profile and stuck hard on waiting for his mate. “Nathan we don't get much every day, let us enjoy it while it lasts” Kurt answered coming from behind. Joining his brother to train has been one of the most tedious jobs with interest he has ever done. Unlike the castle which consisted of only meetings and spending, Kurt was rather having a good time.

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."