Pierce X Ein Novels & Stories

Pierce is crying. "Please, don't die, I'll do anything, so please live!" His broken sobs make me falter and in this moment, he looks like a child. We have already reached this point, so why do I still see similarities between us? We are both prisoners of our own deceptions. I take a few steps back from the edge and sigh. "Do you think I'm going to kill myself? I won't, I want to live," Pierce lurches at me when I am within grabbing distance, yanking me towards him and causing both of us to collapse on the ground, breathless.

I walked over quickly, thinking they might have more orders. "Yes, sir?" I braced myself for any additional orders, but Pierce gently pulled me closer to him. I panicked, and the first thing I did was look around. Everyone was busy, so no one saw what Pierce did. I could feel him gently squeeze my hand before pointing to the two cousins, who were now looking at me. "This is Leone Grimaldi and Damiano Grimaldi, my cousins." Pierce looked at me before continuing, "This is Ari. My girlfriend—soon to be, that is."

Imagining Pierce and Zane in a tabloid together, yeah that would be funny. “Pierce would rather stab himself with a fountain pen than share a bed with Zane. I know for a fact he’s not into men. He and Nero avoided touching each other like they were allergic. Meanwhile, Juarez and Maxwell were practically tangoing.”I said. “Exactly,” Sierra grinned. “Pierce is straighter than your bank notifications.” “I guess you’re right. Maybe I just… don’t feel worthy sometimes. But I am grateful. He’s been good to me.”I said softly

Even if I love every moment. The bakery door opens, and the bell stationed on top rings as two new people enter. Pierce, wearing a three-piece suit with his hair gelled back in the same way he's worn every time I've seen him, walks into the warm crowded space with a woman on his arm. Intriguing.

We were alarmed when we all heard a knock on the door. "I'll see who," said Boreas. He opened the door big enough to have his head out and see who is outside. I heard him say something but it was in another language so I failed to understand what was going on. "The elder needs to meet them Boreas." Said the human by the door. Oh, so it wasn't in another language, it just has an accent. I stood up and went to where Boreas is. I opened the door fully and saw a young man who has the wings of a bird. I stared at him, something feels off, he feels magical to me. I was surprised when Zale pulled me towards him.

Don't worry, I will meet you soon but before that. Sienna gazed at the tall man walking before her, 'From the information I collected, I got to this conclusion that Mr. Pierce is named Aston Kai Pierce. He came back from abroad not long ago and his company is new, there's no information about his family or his past though I found it strange. If not for me seeing how rich the mansion he lives in is, I wouldn't think he could help me... Anyway, I'm powerless now. I am not sure if I will be able to execute my plan perfectly but... For now, I can only trust him.'

Then the door whipped open, and Pierce stood on the other side of the threshold, scowling. He was covered in nothing but ink, body hair, and bulging muscle from the waist up. Well-washed jeans hung low on his hips. He dangled the neck of a half-empty beer in one hand. His bare feet were built like the rest of him—big and overwhelmingly masculine. Brea sucked in a silent, shaking breath. “Hi.” “Brea.” His scowl disappeared. “This is a surprise.” How was it possible that his eyes had been on her a handful of seconds and she somehow felt naked?

"Go after him!" Then, he helped Xander to his feet and asked, "What's the Pierce of Trinity?" "It's one of the most miraculous acupuncture techniques in traditional medicine," Xander explained instinctively. "The Pierce of Trinity can cure most ailments. Though it has been passed down, very few can perform it. I've practiced for five years and still haven't mastered it." Reflecting on Bernard's condition and the placement of the three needles, Xander had no doubt it was the Pierce of Trinity.

I ask, wrinkling my nose, catching the subtle undertone in Xavier's words about the limitations of my strength compared to a man's, despite my self-defense skills. "We didn't get to dance tonight, and I was really looking forward to it," he says wistfully, changing the subject. "That's on you," I reply, leaning back into the couch, switching my legs, and holding the phone to my other ear to massage my other foot. "I couldn't intrude," Xavier states, maintaining his stance. "What Ezra Watson Pierce has joined together, let no man put asunder," he chimes, his deep baritone resonating in my ear.