Romans & histoires Magnus Lacrontte

She had always carried herself with effortless grace, radiating a confidence that commanded attention, her presence imbued with an allure impossible to ignore. Paying no heed to the other guests, Magnus strode straight toward Margot and asked with urgency, "Where is that oil painting?" “It's right here, Mr. Cruz," Lola interjected as she carefully lifted the piece from where it rested. Through the mounted frame, Magnus caught sight of the Half-Faced Warrior, the very work he himself had failed to restore, and his eyes widened, unable to hide his astonishment. "This…" His voice faltered, overwhelmed, as he leaned closer to examine it with unblinking focus.

' look as he walked off with his phone. Pappa must be calling to chew him out. Probably growing impatient. Downright paranoid like that immoral, sadistic, murderous asshole he called his "business partner". "Not all the time." Magnus faked a quick laugh. Although deep and quite intimidating, his voice sounded friendlier than I imagined. To strangers, this guy looked like just another tourist. Sun-tanned skin. Boring white shirt. Jeans. No flashy jewelry. Nothing about him overtly said billionaire's son. "Archambault's straight and narrow as they come. He's been CIO for five years now."

And Isla Montgomery, the ice queen, survivor, untouchable had to decide whether to gamble her future on the man who had once broken her. The storm had been building for weeks. Lucian Blackwell had enemies, some he had created through sheer force of will, others through the inevitability of success. But this one was different. Magnus Veyron, a French tycoon with a reputation as a vulture in bespoke suits, had been circling Isla’s company for months, waiting for the slightest crack. Where Leo's malice had always felt personal, Magnus was colder, sharper, the kind of man who made ruin look like art.

He is wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. “Great Mother, that is a fine male,” Maximo purrs excited. Max is not wrong. I have seen males while training but no one even came close to what Magnus offered. Every inch of his body was sculpted not to make him look good. To make him look lethal. And he is. When he turns I see on his back, a long thick scar. If that rumor is true, I am fairly certain that all the others will be too. “Don’t ogle him,” I chastise Max and I get up to get away from him.

“This is Magnus and Darius, High Warlocks of the Warlock Church.” Kat regarded Magnus, the younger one, who had bleached white hair in a shaved cut with patterns dyed into the sides in black. He looked about thirty but Kat guessed he must be older to hold such a high position. She smiled beautifully at him, with a slight condescending tinge to her eyes. “What do you want to know, Magnus of the Warlock Church?” He smiled at her sarcasm. “Typical demon personality, I see.” “Met many demons, have you?” She asked coyly.

Sammy eventually forced herself to calm down before saying, "Sir, my brother went to look for Ria to lecture her ever since we returned to Zealand. Ria's not admitting to anything and even said my brother was falsely accusing her." Wilbur did not know what to say. There was no actual proof, and there was not much that could be done if Ria insisted on denying it. "My brother refused to let it go, and the two of them went into many arguments… only for Magnus to get my brother arrested in the end for slandering an artist signed to his company, demanding an apology and compensation," said Sammy. Wilbur frowned. "Who's Magnus?" "Magnus Ray. He's the general manager of one of the biggest film comp

Then he brutally snapped his left arm. The horrifying sound of bones cracking filled the room. He dropped to the ground while the color drained from his face. He looked up at Frederic, his eyes red. “Now, can I pursue my love for Ifrit?” Frederic was stunned. Freya curled up and cried. Ever since Magnus was three years old, his family had been educating him and preparing him to take up the reins of the family business. He was destined to succeed the family, but he had given it all away just like that.

“You speak very confidently for a man who is supposed to be recovering from a serious injury.” Jake’s body stiffened. “Your Majesty,” he said quickly. “I am only telling my pack the truth. This is an internal matter between the Crescent Moon Pack and a traitor.” Magnus slowly walked closer to the stage. “Is that what you believe?” Jake swallowed hard. This was not what he had expected. Magnus continued without a care in the world, “Because from where I am standing, the story you are telling does not match what I see.” Jake’s grip tightened around the microphone.