Lester Papadopoulos Novels & Stories

Eliana POV "What!" The word erupted from my mouth as I leapt from the bed, pacing up and down across our apartment. "How is that even possible?" The last thing I wanted was to have Luca nearby, staking his claim on me even though he had no right to. "So, you know I told you about my father and the guy I'm meant to marry?" Cassie asked slowly, twirling her hair around her finger nervously. "Yeah, you mentioned them." "My father is Georgio Papadopoulos, an enforcer for Vasilios Kythira of the Hellenes family." At my blank look she added, "the Greek Mafia."

“My lord. A message from Valerian.” Alexandro snatched the letter, recognizing the seal at once. He broke it and read quickly. By the time he finished, a slow exhale passed his lips. He looked toward the horizon, his eyes like steel. “So he agreed.” Jacob stood nearby, his arms crossed. “Do you trust him?” “No,” Alexandro said. “But I don’t have to trust him. I just need answers.” “What if he’s telling the truth?” “Then we may be facing an enemy we don’t understand yet,” Alexandro murmured.

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

“And we also have that Ezra man. Something about him is not right, but whatever it is, I can’t put a finger on it. The man is strong and I can tell that he is of strong blood. Though what I cannot tell nor can I understand is what he is doing here, what gives him the right to speak to everyone the way that he wants, and what it is he is depending on.” “Do you mean that he can be a traitor?” She asked, and I shook my head in response, making her frown in confusion. “No, but the man can be more than we know. And the thing is, I don’t like it when I don’t know something or don’t understand what it is.” I said, and Lea smiled. “You seem to be used to getting all answers on a plate of gold.” She

Liam gave me the best response ever. “You have my approval as long as you will take full responsibility for that she-wolf,” I turned toward my clothes, pulling out some outfits. “Thank you, Leo. What about you, Max?” Liam ask. “You fucking have my approval as long as Piper isn't my sister,” the bastard stated and I couldn't help but smile to myself. “Thank you so much, Dudes. I owe y…” Liam’s voice hung in the air when we heard the doorbell. We all paused for a short moment.

I had no idea Delia was here when I was showing Andrea around. “When I came here, there was no one around.” “Yes, she left in two minutes when I came in to follow her around.” I had no idea what was going on. I had to find out what she was up to in my office. “This is a breach of security. Call Loukas right away!” Loukas Papadopoulos was the administrative head of the Concorde Group for the last ten years. I trusted him more than anyone else here. He had always been very stringent about the visitor rules around this place. What happened now?

The man said in a raising voice as he moved closer to Ozouf and looked directly into his eyes. Ozouf took a deep, heavy breath and looked back at the man. “I said go home Edon! Phlan isn't home.” He said as he raised alarm. "Young master! Go home as it is very late. Besides, I really don't know neither have any idea where Phelan is. She left home and since then she hasn't returned yet!" Ozouf said as he turned his back on Edon. Who then stood still, biting his first finger as he tried to reason. Moving few steps from side to side of the door, expressing all his dissatisfactions.

“Excuse me?” “Actually, sorry. Let me correct that.” Elijah’s smile widened. “Your Replacement. Because honestly, I don’t think there’s much competition here.” Kira almost laughed. Almost. Adrian’s hands clenched into fists. “You have no idea who you’re talking to.” “Adrian Westbrook. CEO of Westbrook Industries. I know exactly who you are.” Elijah’s tone didn’t change. Still polite. Still calm. “And I know exactly how you treated Kira for nine years. So no, I’m not impressed.”

Whenever tabloids feautured officers of the Alcolytes, the headlines typically varied but the gist of them remained the same. Helios Jake Andreadis was the hotheaded sun god. Kellion Mico Argyros the charmingly wicked playboy. Leandro Paul Christopoulos a college university owner, hot smart guy. And Andreus Fin Economou the mysterious and dangerous bad boy. Each had his own vice, which the media love to exaggerate for the club's adoring, obsessed fans.