Paolini Novels & Stories

They returned sharp looks at her. "Infinity, we are also writers like you. And you forget that one of the most observant people in the world is us. Because we are crazy enough to make stories out of anything." Pipay shakes her head. “Though yes, Sir Paolo’s approachable and easy to talk to, even to other writers. But those eyes laugh, and the look he has been giving to you whenever you two talk. I can say they are beyond friendly stare.”

Paolo stepped forward quickly, raising his hands as if he could calm the chaos that had suddenly erupted in the room. He tried to regain control of the situation before it spiraled further out of his grasp. “Giovanni, you cannot take my second daughter like this,” he said firmly, forcing authority into his tone. “You seem to be forgetting something very important. My son-in-law is Domenico Veronesi. If he finds out that you are trying to trade my daughter’s life like this, he will not hesitate to kill you.”

“James, look at that! The titles of the articles!” Alfonso shouted out, jumping to his feet. “What is it, Sir?” James opened his mouth in surprise. Alfonso pointed at the five articles stacked one on top of the other by James. The first word of the first article title was ‘Polarity’, the second article was ‘Architectural’, then ‘Access’, ‘Rich’, and ‘Living’ respectively. “The first letter of each article title! When we read it together, it becomes PAARL, Paarl…! That’s a name of a town in South Africa!” Alfonso exclaimed, his eyes glistening in thrill.

William raised a skeptical brow and his gaze followed Paoli around the table. “It’s rare they’re marked," Paoli agreed. "But it happens.” He took the chair across from William and propped his bare feet on the edge of the table for no reason other than it bugged William. Paoli was one of the oldest vampires William had ever met, and by far the least conspicuous. He stood only about an inch shorter than William was himself, which put him just shy of six feet. Where William's hair was raven and cropped short, Paoli's was a dark blond and long enough to rest on his shoulders. He had none of the dark characteristics a person would usually associate with a vampire—especially a vampire as old as he

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

she closed the door behind her and dropped the tray on his desk. The office was such a mess; he had paper works everywhere on his table and even on the floor. “what have you been doing in here, everything looks so….sad” Harley said as her eyes wandered around the office like it wasn’t even something good to look at “I have been trying to see if I could find a way to…save the remaining people at Haynes technologies and maybe find the first alpha Grey created which is Experiment 25…. Roman St Laurent” he handed Roman’s file to her which she collected hastily.

Was this Ardian's new, sick way to punish me? Cold laughter echoed through the room, and I almost flinched. Trying not to draw attention, I slightly lifted my head and focused on the source of the sound. Two men stood on the threshold: a bulky sentinel who resembled one of those who had chased me, and a shorter and leaner guy who seemed oddly familiar. The short guy rubbed his hands together. “So when can I get my money?” My body tensed. I recognized his voice. His name was Paolo. He had been recently hired as a kitchen porter at Tavolo Verde. And I'd even been kind to him.