Organization 13 Axel Novels & Stories

Elisha clung to him, leaning his head on Arsenio's shoulder. Arsenio muttered. He thought of something. There's no way this is a mere coincidence. "Hey, darling. Can I ask you something?" "Ask." Elisha let go of his embrace. Now she sits and stares intently at the man she now considers her lover. "Do you know about the Twin Ax Organization?" "Hey, Twin Axes, huh? Do you know where this organization comes from?" "I just found out from a few friends. Many people say that the Twin Ax organization usually sells weapons. I'm interested in buying some weapons," admitted Arsenio fishing.

“I’m busy. Have a nice life.” I hang up before she can finish her next excuse to keep me on the line. I have zero room in my brain for her drama today. I pull up Axel’s number. “Did you get him?” I ask as soon as he picks up. “He’s in the warehouse. Sector four,” Axel says, sounding way too satisfied. What the hell is he doing right now that changed the sound of his voice? “I’m ten minutes away. Don’t kill him before I get there.” “No promises, Raph. He’s got a very punchable face.”

Because they did. “Thank you,” one of them whispered on the way out, barely a breath. And then they were gone. I stood there for a moment, chest heaving, blood dripping from my fingertips into the dirt. Axel wasn’t just hunting rogues. He was collecting them. Stockpiling the cast-offs, the desperate, the unaligned—wolves with nowhere else to go and no one left to fight for them. He was building an army out of the broken. Forcing them into service. Manipulating loyalty with fear.

A deep, smooth baritone filled the speakers—a voice I would recognize anywhere in the dark. It was Axel. *"The Sterling Design Group is vulnerable,"* Axel’s recorded voice said, cold, calculated, and entirely corporate. *"Wait until she’s desperate. Then we move."*

he said to Axel. Axel straightened. "In the car. I came ahead when I —" A beat. "I wasn't expecting —" "Clearly." Dante moved to the island, picked up his coffee. "You two know each other?" Now how do I answer that? "Our families have a business partnership," I said, trying to keep a smile. "Darwin Investments and Cross Holdings have worked together for years." "Mm." Dante looked at Axel. "And personally?" The word landed and that shadow behind his eyes told me that he was asking just to rile his feathers.

Looking amongst the lively city, Axel found himself pondering the purpose of their upcoming visits to their legitimate businesses. "You know, Don, I've always wondered about those puppet CEOs. They are just pawns in your grand game," Axel remarked, his voice tinged with cynicism. Abaddon turned to Axel, his stoic expression hiding the amusement that flickered in his eyes. Axel was an enigmatic figure with an appearance that matched his eccentric personality. His most striking feature was his pure white hair, which cascaded down to his shoulders in a wild and untamed mane. It seemed to shimmer like moonlight, a stark contrast to the darkness that often surrounded him. His hair held an otherwo

I still couldn’t understand what Aaron saw in a woman so unbearably arrogant and frivolous. Axel, whom we always refer to as the middle brother, seemed unconcerned. He wasn’t interested in taking on any responsibility within the Baumann empire. His only concern was football. Axel is an internationally famous player who has been playing for European teams for years. He’s currently in Spain. Anneliese was also there. Like me, she wasn’t at all interested in important announcements. “ Do you think Grandpa might disinherit us?” I asked her, and she couldn’t hold back a laugh.

I say smiling "Alexis" Axel says "Axel, Austin" I say nodding "Come with us" He says I nod and follow him to a door. He pushes it open and I walk in looking around and I turn and glare at him. "What the hell is this?" I ask "Um your office" Axel says "This is not my office. This is not what I had my design team put together. This is all wrong. Where the hell the desk I ordered my damn self?" I yelled

She could shield the loyalists, confuse enemies, and create openings without exposing herself fully to danger. Axel cut off a breech in the ranks, his huge wolf form a tornado of muscle and rage. He could smell the fear, the hesitation, the loyalty wavering amongst the enemy. And he used it against them-crashing and lunging, forcing their retreats and scatters. His growls were not just threats-but commands, instinctive manipulations that enforced the hierarchy of nature, even when the world was in chaos around them.

Days locked in the same room, sometimes even in the same spot, breathing his own filth… This time, though, Andrew was with him. Andrew sat across from Axel, scrolling through his laptop, checking out the top companies and industries in the country. Axel had one on his lap too, doing the same. "Hey, check this out," Andrew said, barely holding back a laugh. "There's one that deals with toys." He shot a glance at Axel, already knowing exactly how he’d react. Axel wasn’t the type to throw his money at something so petty and childish.