Onyx Collection Kansas Novels & Stories

(SKY POV) Knox left and then quickly returned inside, a bag of clothes in hand. "These should make you feel a little better," he said, handing them over. Kael nodded and took the bag, heading to the bedroom to change out of Teddy's borrowed clothes. I followed, carrying Nola. Knox and Kyran took Huck outside to play with Cassy and Teddy, who were on the porch sorting crawfish for an event the bayou pack was having tonight. I sat down on the bed, watching Kael as he changed.

Always had been, like his brainy human. ‘What are you trying to find ?’ Onyx hissed as I felt every wall in the secret pad which was most likely underground the pack borders. ‘This is Nox’s hidden place. I think this is where he works,’ I replied. ‘What do you mean by “works”?’ Onyx asked at the same time as I found the secret panel to a room, radiating every hue of electric blue.

After a change of clothes and attending to the hunger of his belly, he was on his way, gliding down the busy streets of the metropolis. He was soon parked in his preferred spot at Webster Hall. He slid out of his car and made his way to the club's private entrance. The quiet evening was filled with the mumbles and chatter of people queuing for entry. The bouncer nodded as he walked into the sea of boozy people dancing to the beat of the tunes. Onyx made his way through the crowd to the bar and sat on the stool. His drink was brought to him, and as he held the cold glass in his hand, he gazed out over the crowd swaying to the music.

A minute or so later, he finally nodded, but she didn’t release him. Onyx inhaled deeply, preparing himself to go back to a time that he hated—preparing himself to reveal something that might make his job to earn a place in her life even harder. “I wasn’t born in the Dawn Pack. My family is originally from a pack in Manhattan. They don’t have a plot of land; they purchased an apartment block that’s near a wooded area. The entire pack lives inside the block, and they use the wooded area to run in. One day, I was walking with my sister through the woods when we came across four human males. Their ages ranged from seventeen to twenty-one.”

"It's him, Mr. Kelce. His name's Andrew Lloyd. Ever since I arrived in Jayrodale, he hasn't missed a chance to belittle me." Orion immediately turned his attention to Andrew, his look filled with disdain. He mocked, "I thought you were talking about someone important, but it's just a young pup. What I deal with is art, history, and fine collectibles. A kid like this probably can't even tell a teapot from a soup ladle. No need to point him out and embarrass yourself, my dear." Several of Orion's followers burst into laughter. "Exactly! Mr. Kelce is a celebrated collector and a giant in the field. This kid? He's nothing."

There was uncertainty in her eyes, something fragile, but she did not move away. She nodded. That was enough. For now. "You're mine too... you understand that, right?" she replied softly, her voice deeper than before, mimicking his . Kane let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, princess. I'm yours too." ⸻ The city streets were still damp from the storm the night before, the air cool and clean. Kane's black Aston Martin rolled to a smooth stop in front of Mona's apartment building. She played with the hem of his t shirt before turning toward him.

An hexagon-shaped space, a work desk took the head position of the office, situated directly opposite the door so that Dennis would presumably be able to see whoever came in through the door the moment they did; and perhaps see the other operatives at work too as the position guaranteed him a vantage point to do that. To the left side of the office stood a small cream-coloured ceramic shelf holding everything from a jar of cowries to a figurine playing the African talking drum, to even an almost life-size ivory mask that if Megan's little knowledge of the African culture served her well was from the Benin Kingdom of Nigeria. He was an avid collector, she noted as she perused through them wit

After several minutes of comfortable silence, the back door opened and Hank walked in with his phone in his hand. "The Five Valleys Livestock Auction in Missoula called me. They got a shipment of registered Angus from Texas for tomorrow's sale. Would you like me to go check things out?" he asked. I sat there thinking about it for a second, then said, "give me a second."