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.

I smiled, Lise spoke highly of this Lars, and Mathias clearly doesn’t see him as a threat. As I stepped toward them, Lars stepped forward, holding out a hand for me to shake. A hand the size of a fricking ham! “It’s nice to finally meet you Miss. I have heard so much about you – all of it good, of course.” He chuckled good naturedly. “I thought it was time I came to pay my respects to the saviour of the vampire race.” I blushed. His hands went to his belt, holding onto it as he grinned. I got the impression his hands wouldn’t fit in any pockets; dressed in slacks and a henley, I doubted the man had ever seen any other outfit in his life, before remembering he was meant to be hundreds of year

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.

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