Paolini Novels & Stories

I swear if they didn't kill him, I would eventually. "We don't kill women unless they're a witness." Pavlo murmured in his thick accent and my eyes widened. Am I a witness? Micah scoffed from besides me. Yurik seemed to be younger than the two but I could tell that he was in charge. How did they expect me to help Micah get out of his debt? Who was this brother he spoke of and was he really as heartless as they made him out to be? Of course he was, it's the fucking mafia.

She turned to Leo for help and noticed he had stiffened. Though his lean strong face showed nothing, Paige could tell, from months of working for him, he was panicking and thinking very fast, then suddenly a smile broke out on his face and he took out a napkin and turned to her cupping her chin and wiped the corner of her mouth which had been stained by the spaghetti Carbonara she was eating.

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

“Well, get as close as you can.” I sighed and leant back in my office chair. It creaked as my weight shifted, another quiet noise to add to the growing symphony of crackling fire and steady, pelting rain. “He kept saying strength. But not just the word strength; he was saying it like that was my name, but he called me Alpha Enzo, too, so he clearly not only knows what my name is but who I am.” “Dav?” Marla turned to face him from where she was reclining on the sofa. I’d worked everyone hard in training this morning, harder than normal, and she was moaning about a muscle she’d supposedly pulled in her back. “Have you got any ideas?”

.” Emery sat back and I looked at him and smiled. He had been pale since Nick and Dalton shifted in front of him, but now he looked like he was going to throw up. I looked over at Dalton, “I might not be human? I mean, I’m definitely not a wolf, and I’m for sure not a vampire so what the fuck could I possibly be?” He kept his eyes on the road and sighed but his facial expression looked pained, “I have an idea, but I don’t want to say it until I can confirm it. The night I brought you to my pack house I noticed your name tag and the name LaFlamme was so familiar to me, but I couldn’t pinpoint where I had seen or heard it before,” he looked over at me and grabbed my hand, “There was a woman wh

“- are from the dark forest.” “Are you sure?” I questioned him. “Yeah, I’d recognized these leaves anywhere. They weren’t any kind of leaves. Those were pennantia baylisiana leaves. Those trees are found in the dark forest and there weren’t many of them. They are slowly going extinct with the leaves drying.” Lucas revealed. “So, there must be a connection between the Moon Howlers and the dark forest.” Jeremy uttered then, gaining our attention at once. I was shocked that Jeremy was the one who pointed out the obvious. That was a first. It was usually Rowan who was this observant and sharp-witted.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Unfortunately they were also terribly boring. Paolo had obviously been made in charge of keeping Eloise company that evening, probably since he was one of the few guests who spoke any English. His poor command of the language aside, Eloise could forgive that since she didn't speak any Italian at all, he was one of the dullest people she'd ever met. He was obviously expecting her to be impressed by the enormous amounts of money he earned as he listed his various sponsorship deals and fan clubs and whatnot. Eloise couldn't care less. By the end of the evening Paolo still didn't know the first thing about her and she'd already forgotten most of what he'd told her.

Nolan: “You know, she is a good, you know, around at least in front of the pack members, she managed to do something that is good.” Alessandro said, walking out to the veranda where I stood watching the preparation around the pack, watching as they readied themselves for what was to come.

he whispered. If only she could know that her paolo had just feeded in my little pussy ... Ha! Sofia smiled and got up slowly, a luster of kindness in the eyes. "So, tell me, how did your trip go?" "Well, very good," replied Paolo, straightening up. "I settled everything. But you know, what interests me especially is that I found someone to help me here. Her name is Allysa." He then turned his gaze to me, inviting me to introduce myself.