Paolini Novels & Stories

She could feel her legs moving closer as well when a throat-clearing sound filled the space. “Oh!” Zara softly exclaimed and her sight landed on the blind he-wolf who was looking less rattled. “Hello, there,” she greeted with a smile as her careful steps led her to the tall figure who was dressed in a two-piece attire that looked like it needed a great wash. “Can I know your name?” “Uhm…” The grey-coloured hair of the man danced with the soft wind as he moved his head in the direction he thought Zaramanni to be. “Th-thank you for helping me. Beta Zoey, thank you.”

“The bastard even refused me entry to my own daughter’s funeral and kept you as far away from me as he could.” I stared down at the plates, wondering how my life might have been different. “I wish you could have gotten to me. Those years were hell.” His gaze locked onto me, his brow furrowed. “I tried. I lost over a dozen men trying, half of them to the man lying in this house.” My eyes widened. “Domenico?” He nodded. “He was younger then, still working his way up. The anger in him…there is good reason they call him la Bestia, mia bella.”

He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales. Eight years ago, western society as we knew it collapsed due to the sudden appearance of the Pales. These terrifying creatures stood at a height of eight feet and were equipped with claws capable of tearing their prey apart. They initially swarmed cities in large numbers, feeding and causing destruction wherever they went.

Pavel tilted his head as he asked. Mateo sniggered softly – not showcasing even an ounce of distress on his face, “The island belongs to the Bianchi and Ricci clan, Pavel. We have business there – what we do there has nothing to do with the ally, is it? But since you are so interested in everything the clan does – other than focusing on the allies, I will let you know. The excessive rain has destroyed some tea fields there. With Aldo gone, I have to resolve that issue – hence, the frequent visits,” He replied.

"I don't like it." "Neither do I. But we need this." She stood. "Stay close. If anything feels wrong—" "I'm already moving." He rose with her, positioning himself near the bar's opposite end, casual but ready. Livia crossed the room. The mole sat hunched over a beer, blue jacket wrinkled, hands shaking. Early forties, thinning hair, eyes darting like a trapped animal. She slid onto the stool beside him. "Talk." "Jesus, you don't waste time." He downed half his beer. "Name's Paolo. I've been with Russo six years. Started as a driver, worked my way up to logistics."

I was angry at myself for kissing Natalie. I was angry at her for kissing back. I was angry at Diego for interrupting us. I stared at the troubled expression on Diego’s face and immediately realised that whatever he was going to say next would only get me more upset. “Alpha Vincenzo has been killed “, he said.

Paolo rubbed his groin the thought of the pretty boy belonging to his deadliest enemy aroused him he grunted angrily when a knock came on his door interrupting his vile perverted thoughts, ‘Accedere.’ [Enter] He shouted and one of his minions came in with his head bowed shaking with fear, ‘Cosa vuoi?’ [What do you want?] ‘Mi dispiace tanto disturbarti Don Paolo ma il ragazzo che cerchi è scomparso quattro anni fa, si ritiene sia morto, vicino al confine sono stati ritrovati i corpi di due uomini e di un ragazzino, all'epoca nessuno si era accorto di chi f

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

“Hey, so you’re here, Rey. I’m so lucky!” His eyes widened at the familiar voice. Paolo was standing there, smiling sweetly. The smile he used to dream about before like a toothpaste commercial. But just as quickly, the memory of his sister’s conversation with Paolo replayed in his head like a TV drama. He still couldn’t believe that Paolo was actually one of them. One of the LGBT.

Mr Pavilochenki chuckled “How will you recognise him? You're too distracted with that piece of shit wife of yours” Luca clenched his fists “Can you guess who this morherfucker works for? Let me help you with that” Mr Pavilochenki stretched out his hand, and the man who was standing beside Palmer brought him a knife in a tray Mr Pavilochenki took the knife and gave the already bruised man a large cut on the side of his face The man screamed “Hillary Gray, I work for Hillary Gray!” Mr Pavilochenki cleaned the blade on the man's suit, and dropped the knife back on the tray