Minos Prime Lines Novels & Stories

Primo asked. “More than you thought.” The other line responded. “As part of my payment, I have some spare tickets here to Monroe Beach. Just have fun for the meantime. You can bring anyone with you, not exceeding five people, though.” Now, that’s utterly surprising. Primo was caught off-guard with his one eyebrow raising which expressed the shock he heard from the other line.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after so many years, I've finally found my long-lost daughter, Amelia Foster. From now on, she and Adam will each inherit half of the Foster estate!" Up on the stage, Amelia's face flushed with excitement. She shot me a smug, triumphant look from across the room. Just as I was sitting down in the garden, Amelia and Olivia strolled over. Amelia was all smiles, like she didn't have a care in the world. "So what if Charlotte likes you? You're never going to get a single cent of her fortune. Once I inherit everything from the Fosters, I'll finally live the life I deserve. You can sit there and envy me all you want," Amelia said smugly.

The goal of dying in peace rather than being cursed to follow evil biddings for the rest of their existence. They were the last of the Primes, an ancient blood of werewolves made to be a puppet of warring tribes. And Augustus vowed to protect his brothers no matter what. He had no time to waste now. He needed to think fast on how to break their curse and be human to find peace they had been seeking for what seemed an eternity now. Yet he knew it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing in their life was. Distraction would do him no good. Entering his room on the third floor, he pulled off his hoodie over his head, realizing something was in the front pocket. Reaching for it, he stared at an I.D., reading t

Minus “Is this coffee or motor oil, Phil?” “I’m sorry, Clutch, I would have made a fresh pot if I knew you and Minus were… stopping by. Here let me make…” Phil Blondino tried to stand, but the barrel of Clutch’s gun pointed at his head convinced him to remain seated. Phil’s grease-stained office chair seemed to groan in agony from underneath his bulky frame. “You’re good right there, Phil. I’m just going to sit here and sip my delicious cup of Pennzoil while my good friend, Minus, looks for Cutter’s money.”

Then it dies. She nods. We don’t wait. The limo slides through Manhattan like it owns the streets—black, sleek, and impervious. It doesn’t stop for red lights or regret. Inside, Julian pours scotch from the minibar, his grin all appetite and wreckage. The blonde presses herself against me. Perfume too sweet. Touch too practiced. Her fingers crawl up my thigh like she’s trying to buy time with her hands. I let her. But she doesn’t register.

Isabella's POV The room erupted into low murmurs. Heads turned everywhere, eyes wide with shock. Massimo’s hand tightened on my thigh under the table, fingers digging in just enough to remind me exactly who I belonged to. I glanced at Massimo. His face looked calm on the surface, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. He didn’t like being challenged. Not here. Not in front of all these powerful people. “Fifteen million,” Massimo said calmly, his voice cutting through the whispers like a knife.

Me: Text Kaden and tell him to get out of the fucking store. Jade: What? Why? Me: Because Tristain is on his way and he’s fucking pissed. Jade: Holy fucking shit. How mad is he? Me: Mad enough for you to STOP TEXTING ME AND TELL KADEN TO GET OUT. Jade: Alright, texting him now.

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