Lord Kazalim Novels & Stories

Philip closed the curtains of his room and sat down on the bed with his laptop. He had to find out who was responsible for the unjustified accusations against the CRUZ company. The company had suffered a further decrease in profit by seventy percent over the last few weeks. He understood that it was easier to fall from a ladder than to get back up and he didn't want it to happen to the CRUZ company.

They disappeared because they were preparing their next move. His phone buzzed again. Confirmed. He appears to be heading toward Milan. Kane stared at the message. His anger settled into something colder. If Mona's father had left the country, finding him would be more complicated. But complicated didn't mean impossible. Kane reached for his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He stopped at one name. Enzo Alvarez. He hadn't spoken to Enzo in a while. He hadn't needed to. Their relationship had never been built on constant conversation. It was built on favors, debts, and the understanding that when one of them called, the other listened.

" You know what let's just start over. It's clear you have the upper hand here because I'm in your room and you're a big strong man." His eyebrows furrowed as I spoke. " I'm Sayd, Sayd Pierce," I said walking from the bed and stopping in front of him. "Kace," he said making eye contact with me for the first time. His eyes were the brightest brown, almost hazel. His bow-shaped curves into a smirk complimenting his perfectly curved face. It wasn't hard to point out how handsome he was, almost breathtaking "Nice to meet you, Kace," I said breaking off my stare and clearing my throat. " And thank you for not leaving me at the party. "

"I want you to take care of Eden, don't make her sad ever, the girl has gone through a lot in life. I just want her to be happy from now on." "I will do my best to make her happy." Lucas promised Odi. "Good, now go and have a goodnight rest." Lucas stood up, "Good night Odi." he said and left. Lucas went back to bed and joined Ava in bed. Royal Pack of the werewolves Kylian, the King sat on his throne and sipped from a goblet which he held in his hands. One of his servants approached him. "My king." the servant knelt on the floor.

“Kai ran to get the healer. You scared the hell out of me. What happened to you? We were okay a while ago and then suddenly you collapsed.” Inside, I smirked bitterly. Good. This was exactly what I needed, to keep him distracted, to divert suspicion from me and my disastrous conversation overheard moments before. If Kai was finding information then now I was going to need to try and cover it. But I maintained the charade, lifting my fingers slowly to touch my forehead, acting dizzy. The healer, an older woman named Helena, stepped toward the bed, giving Liam a meaningful look.

I know all the ins and outs; am intimately familiar with both his legal— and less than legal— methods of work. This PR shit is just another way to make sure I don't go and ruin his legacy. "Okay, Mr. Damer. What has dear old dad instructed that I do now?" "First you need to get your public priorities straightened away," Mr. Damer replied staring down at a notepad I'm sure came right from the boss. "No more getting drunk at strip clubs or having sex with inappropriate women in inappropriate places," he continued quickly, clearly uncomfortable saying this to me.

she complained. "Kazuki keeps saying everything is under control, but things keep going wrong." Kevin tilted his head. "What happened?" Cassy rolled her eyes. "Imperial Raw Stone refused the contract." Kevin blinked. "That deal looked almost impossible to reject." "Exactly!" Cassy snapped. "And yet that idiot Kier Guzman rejected it." She leaned back against Kevin's chest. "And now Kazuki ran off to handle some 'urgent matters.'" Kevin's hand moved slowly along her arm.

Behind us, through the fog, we could hear the heavy, rhythmic thudding of Kazi’s suit pursuing us. THUD. THUD. THUD. He was coming. And he wasn't going to stop until we were paste. "Who is that guy?" I panted, my hip throbbing where the drill had been. "Kazi," she gasped, checking behind us. "Commander Kazi. He used to be Special Forces. Before the... before the Outbreak." "Outbreak?" I asked, confused. "Later!" she yelled. She pulled a keycard from her pocket and swiped it at a heavy blast door marked MAINTENANCE ACCESS.

He mutters urgently. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his panicked words. “Relax, kid. No one is going to kill anyone. I’ll talk to them and ask them to back off.” Hunter relaxes his tone. “Yeah, man, thanks.” I release the call, place my phone on the console, and concentrate my eyes back on the road. I can understand why all of the men are on edge. Willem Kazik is a very dangerous man. A former Confradia Assassin who turned on the organization and killed many of our men. The asshole took a lot of intel and has made it to the top of our most-wanted list. Before Savage caught him, he was dealing with firearms, skin trade, and child trafficking. He even tried to kill Savage and Reaper’s wo

“Listen to me, Jendzian! Go to the wine-shop where the sign hangs. You will find a fat nobleman with a hole in his forehead there. Tell him that someone wants to see him quickly. If he asks who it is, don't tell him.” Jendzian hurried off, and in a short time Kazuma saw him returning in company with Zalmar. “I welcome you,” said Sir Kazuma, when the noble appeared in the door of the room. “Do you remember me?” “Do I remember you? May the Desmiri melt me into tallow and make candles of me for the mosques if I forget you! Some months ago you opened the door at Dopula's with Chaplinski, which suited my taste exactly, for in the selfsame way I got out of prison once in Stamboul. How is Sir Podbi