Lord Boros Novels & Stories

I rested my back on the backrest of the seat. “Hmm. I get. Well, I'm not offended.” “You do not have the right to be. I paid you after you were bounced out of my mansion. It’s always the money, remember? Let’s get down to business, Brooks.” “Not my father’s name. Do I still need to keep saying this to you, Alpha Leonardo?” “Your name doesn't sound pleasing to my ears. I prefer your Father’s.” “Oh, there he goes again…” His lips curved up in a smile. “Tell me, my dear friend, what about your disease? How are you dealing with it after you stopped your medication?”

“We all got what we wanted. The deal ends here.” Lorenzo did not even look at the man when he walked past him, heading through the garden to get out of this damned mansion. His tall, powerful figure moved like a shadow full of confidence and danger. His lips curved in a satisfied smile as he bit down on the cigarillo between them, and the spark at its tip lit up his wild pupils. Today, he had eliminated the threats to Victoria. He had obtained important information about the person who had stolen from his laboratory and was possibly the rat digging into his business.

He drank the purest, bottled water, he didn’t drink coffee at all, he couldn’t stand cigarettes, and from alcohol he preferred the high-grade Double Oak bourbon of the Jim Beam brand, produced in limited quantities, a half glass of which he allowed himself only after a light meat dinner already at home at approximately seven o'clock. His working day ended at five, but exactly as long as I lived with him, before seven, or even eight, he did not return. I went through all the news reports on the Internet for this period and found repeated references to the criminal skirmishes of local werewolves, and by adding "two" and "two", I realized that Boris's delays, like the smell of blood that he som

Luke was delivered dumbfounded. What would he be able to say? Those two, alongside the commander, George, who played the tight end position, looked like a social occasion of the club's fundamental situations in the center of Michelle's hand. Boris, the hostile gatekeeper, was a Latino, and was essentially as durable as a divider. With respect to his appearance, he looked rather ill-mannered. With respect to Lorde, he was an attractive white child, and as a quarterback, he was thin and athletic. He had passing marks also.

The designers at the board room were about leave when he got in. "I’m sorry for being late" Dami apologized offering himself a seat. They held the company’s meeting in the board room. The board room had a large,long table at the centre with twelve chairs around it. He sat on the one facing the white board that was in front of the room. Ten top designers were seated together with him and his secretary made the twelfth person. They were apprentices who stood behind each seat in the room, they attended meetings too. It was all part of their training program .

Finally, a voice from within called out, "Enter." With a nod to Thorin and me, Weldon pushed the heavy door open. We were met with a wave of warm air that was thick with the scent of whiskey and the sharp tang of expensive cigars. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a fire crackling in the hearth. Boris was seated in a large armchair by the fire, his eyes glowing in the flickering light. Beside him was the Luna Mother. Their attention shifted towards us. When Boris locked his eyes on us, his previously calm face twisted into one of fury.

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.