Mannfred Von Carstein Novels & Stories

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

Sweat beaded on the researcher’s forehead as he struggled internally, hesitating for what felt like an eternity. In the end, he caved, allowing them to see the patient. As the researcher scurried away, Karina glanced at Wilfred. “Earlier, you mentioned Dr. Carter and Professor Zeller. Who are they?” Wilfred’s response was calm and straightforward. “Harley Carter, the person you just met. A dual specialist in internal and external medicine with years of overseas training. As for Professor Zeller, he’s a towering figure in the medical field. He’s given lectures at prestigious universities.”

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I could at least be frank. “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.”

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

I nodded in agreement with Adrastos' statement since stealing is a serious offense. "Christopher Carson neglected to introduce himself, so I will do it for him. He is a well-known journalist in our nation and several other regions of the country since he is adept at disseminating information about current events. If you want assistance, you can always call him since he is the greatest journalist ever," he said solemnly.

“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