Lars X Lapis Novels & Stories

Everything he’d built would crumble. But maybe there was another way. I knew Lars. We’d done business together over the years, I supplied him with information occasionally, helped facilitate certain shipments. He trusted me, or at least trusted that I was greedy enough to be reliable. I could use that. I pulled up to Lars’s compound. The guards at the gate recognized me immediately. “Fenris,” one said, waving me through. “Been a while.” “Business,” I said simply. They didn’t question me. I drove through the compound to the main building where Lars conducted most of his operations. His office was on the top floor, overlooking the arena where fighters trained and died for his entertainment.

The baby just giggled like she wasn’t reprimanding him at all. “They never complain about you, but now I understand this is why they keep asking me to hire a nanny.” She didn’t trust other people around Lapis. He was such a special creature. What if the princess knew he was important to her and tried to hurt him too? “You need to be a good boy to Mariela and Anna, do you understand me?” Lapis just giggled again. No, he could communicate telepathically just fine, but apparently, he was too young to understand these worries.

Hanaele stood at my right while Cassius went on a platform, explaining something towards those people with organized postures. "I am Larch Laverens, the team leader of Agila, and you are?" My attention went back to the person who was speaking in front of me. He was wearing black clothes same with Cassius, but with white inner long-sleeved. There was a bunch of strands on his red-colored hair at his back that was tied up, making him looked soft even though his arched eyebrows looked tough.

Lana rushed out of the office assuming he grew sick. Meanwhile, Lars turned away from the table and his body slammed in the wall. Placing his one hand over the wall he supported the shivering silhouette. “That scent!” His eyes glowed red and canines elongated, skin turned pale whitish. “Svetlana’s scent feels like hers.” Shaking his head, Lars slumped on the floor as a soft sob echoed.

He was mostly a polished professional, effortlessly combining the sharpness of his attire with an unspoken assurance that everything was under control. As Natalie's gaze shifted to Lars, she couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between the two men. While Marcus exuded a calculated professionalism with a hint of icy detachment, Lars seemed to embody a unique blend of warmth and, well, bitter intimidation. In a similarly impeccable brown suit, Lars carried himself with an air of quiet confidence, his attire a subtle opposite to Marcus's steely appearance. Despite the sharp angles of his jawline and the stern set of his features, there was a softness in Lars's gaze that kind of pacifi

Doria, Nikolas's lover, was the only one who seemed to be struggling to hide her dislike for me. In the room, it was like I didn't exist anymore to Nikolas. His undiluted attention was focused on his mother. So were most of his cutting remarks. If I didn't know better. I would never believe the duo were a mother and son. I knew Nikolas was rather infamous for his ruthlessness in business world. Not to mention that my sister had suffered from that foul attitude, but I believed it was nothing compared to his nastiness towards his mother. I would have actually felt some semblance of pity for Lilika Sica if the woman wasn't such a spitfire herself. She had the perfect clap back for every of Niko