Pierce X Ein Novels & Stories

I chuckle out to her. “How do you know?” Her bottom lip comes out into a playful pout, as if it hadn’t been obvious. She had practically been drooling. “Your eyes lit up as if it was Christmas day Evelyn.” She looks at me with a smile, and it dawns on me…does Pierce celebrate Christmas. Do werewolves do human celebrations… “Do you want one?” She offers but I wave my hand away, preparing for my lie. “No, but I did forget to get something from the pharmacy. I’ll be 2 seconds and I’ll be back.”

"You caught it? Already?" "Yes!" He nodded so hard the goggles nearly slipped off. "I'm the fastest in the game. Faster than Pierce!" He turned to the side. "Right, Pierce?" Pierce leaned against a neon-lit console, watching them both with easy amusement. "He's right," he said, walking over and gently adjusting the strap on Elian's headset. "He beat my score in five minutes. I've been humiliated." "Noooo," Elian giggled. "You're just slow."

Mirena prided herself on her composure, but as the figure drew nearer—and the faint but unmistakable mark on his neck came into view—she felt her jaw tighten. Jesus, please don't tell her that he spent the night here. This was Harrison Pierce—the "Lion of Wall Street," current chairman of the International Chamber of Commerce, and Aunt Eleanor's lifelong rival. The two were like oil and water, incapable of sharing a room without sparks flying—or so she'd always believed.

Fiel said as if looking at him intensely was enough to melt his rage and it did. “You two cut it out. I know how much you’ve longed to see each other again. Don’t hold back, I’m good as invisible at this point,” Emett pacified both deities on time as always. With his permission Thade and Fiel transformed into their full fledged selves. Both have ageless beauty like him, though human years they would be around their twenties.

He stopped beside me with the particular ease of someone who had decided exactly where he was going to stand and was not moving. He looked at Pierce the way you look at something that is mildly inconvenient but not actually threatening. Pierce looked back at him. Something shifted in his expression. Recognition, maybe. Or recalibration. "I don't think this involves you," Pierce said. "She told you to go," X said. "Twice." "We were in the middle of a conversation." "The conversation's done." Pierce's jaw tightened. "Who are you, exactly? Another one of her athletes?" "Does it matter?"

So I held on and prayed he may never find out. Pierce was two worlds, brought to perfection. His dad was Chinese and his mom was white. He inherited the best features from both worlds; the smooth flawless Asian skin, the slightly slanting shape of the cheekbones that made him look like royalty, the bright Caucasian eyes and tall stature. His personality too,was mixture of Asian respect and Caucasian fun. I had liked him when we talked online, when we met him in person, I loved him.

Alex was cut off by his former Houndcross captain, Pierce. "Crawford, when were you going to introduce me to Ren over here," Alex didn't laugh sincerely. He seemed annoyed at the fact that we were interrupted. "Ren this is Pierce and Pierce this is Ren," Alex seemed like he wanted to get this interaction over and done with. "Hi," I smiled awkwardly at Pierce. His eyes had a potent effect that made me feel scrutinised under his gaze.

She suggested smiling brightly. "Oh, hell yes." Christina jumped up excitedly. "Oh damn no." Daniel also chipped in sitting up straight. "Why not." "I know you girls when it comes to movies, you are talking of a particular type." he said. "But I promise this will be interesting, and there is going to be a lot of action this time. Come on Dan, let us watch this please, you don't know, you might even miss it one day. Come on please." Christina pleaded, doing her best to show her puppy eyes. Daniel was about to reject until eventually, Cynthia also joined her from the back, showing hers too.