Mannfred Von Carstein Novels & Stories

“This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.” The car suddenly swerved left and surprisingly enough it was Mr. Sica’s doing. He looked angry. Not that he was fuming or had veins bulging across his forehead. His anger was the type a calculated man. It was pretty clear why he was a top gun and still remained at the top in the business world. He was a pretty great actor. I fixed my attention to the back to see how Samuel was faring forgetting the safety seat were still wo

she says yes sir and leaves me to my work. I make it a point to keep up the business man front during the day, doing all the usual work, like taking calls and meetings. Shaking hands and signing on the dotted line when it came to new clients and investors. As the clock ticks on as I wait for my meeting with Carver Jackson, some up and coming big shot fashion designer, who's looking to make his name known, my phone vibrates on my desk drawing me back to my real world of havoc and chaos. "What" I ask as usual.

There was a slight rise in her voice at the end of her sentence due to annoyance but Sylvia did her best to restrain her anger. "You even had Lord Varsil Karstein executed by framing him up for treason because your "girlfriend" said that she hates him. The Karnstein Family had been one of our most loyal allies providing lands and rations to help with our battle against the Abyssal Demons! Yes, he may be nasty as a person but he's a glorified general who provides 20% of provisions for our frontlines. Who will fill his role now? Ruby? God, they don't even have vast farmlands in the north because of the terrible weather and then you-"

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

I keep walking and refuse to look back at the manor. The interior of the carriage smells intensely of rich leather and fresh cedarwood the second I step inside. And there he is. Magnus sits across from me in a tailored charcoal tunic, his white collar open to reveal the thick, powerful muscles of his neck. His dark alpha pheromones wrap around me completely, intoxicating and thick. One single breath of his scent makes my knees want to give way. I have this sudden, wild urge to climb onto his lap right here, in front of his driver, and bury my face in his throat to inhale his scent.

“ See you soon, Brianna, “ he said as he got up to leave. “ It is Mrs. Trentino to you, sir, “ I said to him. “ Oh, Brianna. It’s funny how you think that I would ever call you that. “ I almost threw my pen at him. He was downright a nuisance. Maybe other women found him attractive because he was physically. But when it came to me, I hated the way he tossed around women. He didn’t have a single bone in him capable of respect for women. I buzzed Corinna after he left. “ Be careful with that man. By now, he has gone through all women in Milan. He is a casanova and is incapable of settling down, okay? Next time he comes tell him I’m not around. “ I said to her. Corinna laughed when I said that

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

I asked, pasting a small smile on my face. “No.” He said, so I nodded and left. I took some more orders and ringed them up in the kitchen. “That man looks shady.” The owner, Carl, who was working the booth, said to me, pointing in the general direction of the suited-up man. I shrugged. “He’s just busy, I guess.”

she inquired tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. Donovan's gaze shifted to the girl, his expression remaining impassive. "I am Donovan Garrett," he replied simply. "President of the Student Union Government, Wilberforce Island University. And Boma is my wife." The serving personnel exchanged puzzled glances, sure of the significance of the title. But they had always assumed Boma's husband, if she had one, would be someone unassuming, like her. As far as they were concerned, she wasn't important. She was there partaking in the punishments just like everyone else. It would be safe to even assume she might be among the poorest staff, the way she acted like her whole life depended on