Paolini Novels & Stories

*Bianca's POV* Paolo nodded once. A gesture of respect. “Alright,” he said, stepping back. “You pass the basics.” Giovanni leaned over the railing. “Basics? Paolo, she just kicked your ass.” “It was light sparring,” Paolo snapped. “You’re still breathless,” Mario pointed out. “I’m fine,” Paolo growled. “You’re sweating,” Giovanni added. Paolo flipped him off. They laughed. But Erico wasn’t laughing.

My front positioned right before him. Alpha Leonardo slid his hand underneath my skirt, reaching out to my underwear, and gripping it. I held his hand in an instant, “No, please, Alpha!! Have never known any man! Please stop!! Struggling to free my pants from his hold. He paused, his gaze fixed on my face as he mysteriously whiffed like I was entertaining him. “What makes you think I care?” He sneered and tore my pants in an instant, causing me to scream. I tried to pull my legs from him, my heart racing faster, but he held my hands and shoved them high above my head. “You are hurting me, please Alpha. I beg of you,” tears filled my eyes as I cried out.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

He shouted and almost pounced on Samuel, but he was held tight by Samuel colleagues. "Now everyone this is Mr Paolo and his mistress Tessy. Ha, what did you say earlier that my Madam and your Mistress were friends.? Impossible because she will never be friends with a home breaker". Samuel mocked and said. "Did you just say Madam? Paolo asked. " You have no rights or whatsoever to ask me any question". Samuel said coldly which made Paolo shut his mouth immediately.

Paolo replied. "Silvana?" Dante asked. "Yes, Silvana, unless he has another wife, I am not aware of" Paolo replied sarcastically.

He said while he cocked his head to the side. "Alpha Alcander. The most powerful. Most ruthless, and most feared Alpha. You have no mercy on anyone." He said while he shook a little, and jumped when Alcander hand clamped around his shoulder. "The most feared." He turned around and gave me a wicked smile. I glared at him while my fist closed at my sides.

“You know how hard it is for these humans lately, and given that most of them refuse to submit… it is getting harder for them to be getting what you’re providing.” “No,” I agreed, but I could fix some of it. I walked into the store without announcing myself. The clerk at the door stiffened when he saw me; he didn’t know my face, but wolves sense more than faces. He was young, barely twenty, and his posture betrayed the instinct to defer. “How many loaves do you have left?” I asked. He blinked. “Maybe forty.” “How many people are waiting?” I asked, looking him in the eye. “More than that.” I pulled my wallet from my coat and tapped my card on the terminal. Marcel made a sound that could have

LORENZO My voice came out sharp and impatient the second Leo picked up. "Nino found a few interesting things," he said, and suddenly my computer screen lit up on its own, the two of them appearing from the office they called the bunker. "Go ahead..." I leaned back in the armchair, trying to rein in my impatience. "The money trail from the accounts Patriarch Vasiliev handed over led to offshore shell accounts used by... the Bianchi family," he said.

Pavel snorted. "I have been in this business for many years. You shouldn't have messed with me, boy." "Fine....I would rather die than have traitors as my partners." "We want our money back." "As you wish. Inform all everyone that I will give you the money in a weeks time." "What? Do you know how much is involved?" "Why? Did you expect me not to have the money?" Pavel laughed proudly. "I am Dario Pavel, son of Lorenzo Pavel. The amount you invested in my business is not big enough to scare me."

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.