Polnareff Novels & Stories

His hands trembled as he thought of how to prevent his daughter from Edon. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over Ozouf's face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of his body. He seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage. His eyes remained wide open for a while as he rolled them from time to time.

I mutter. Nero crosses his arms, watching me with a calm that only infuriates me more. “You knew this wasn’t going to be quick, Osiris.” “They’ve got all the fucking evidence they need!” I snap, my hands clenched into fists. “What the hell are they waiting for?” Nero raises an eyebrow. “Politics. You think they’re just going to strip Darius of his title without weighing every possible outcome? This isn’t about what’s right. It’s about what’s beneficial to them.”

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

he says as he slowly caresses my cheek and places one last kiss on my lips. Russell ✨✨(Third Person POV~ Russell stands by the entrance to the locker rooms, his nerves are in full course as he feels the adrenaline and vertigo crazed inside his body. His hands clammy and a shiver runs through his spine. He closes his eyes and sighs, tilting his head back, and concentrates on calming himself down. )✨✨

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Both have ageless beauty like him, though human years they would be around their twenties. Thade had his jet black hair tied into a messy man bun. Strong jaw evident with his staple stubble on and bushy brows framing his steel blue eyes. His pale skin radiates against the blank ink on his skin. Being topless is his badge of honor. Showing off an oak tree tattoo from his back that stemmed its withered branches to his arms across his entire upper body. Though it doesn’t drown the presence of his chiseled abs. While he wore the same jet black color of wide legged pants that reached the floor as his bare feet stuck out. All his nails are also painted in black.

That was four years ago. “I don't believe it! Diana?” To her, the night lit up. She looked at him from head to toe. He looked better now than before. Tall, with tanned skin. In the modern style of today's guys. He wore his hair in a small ponytail, a three-day beard, and eyes more golden than the best Scotch whiskey. Nose outlined. His body exuded arrogance, confidence, and determination. They had met after a long time many times, as he had become a partner in the company where he worked. He was practically her “Big Boss”.

How’s your first day? He stared at the screen longer than necessary before replying. Busy. But okay. A few seconds passed. Baby’s been active all morning, she wrote. Feels like they know something changed. Grey exhaled slowly and typed back. Tell them I’ll be home on time. He set the phone down and returned his attention to the screen. Later that morning, Evelyn appeared at his door. “You didn’t wait long to speak up,” she said. “The data was wrong.” “It had already been approved.”

but it didn’t. "I can’t feel my wolf," I said, looking into his dark eyes under that condescending look of his. "Just tell me what I have." "It’s a very unusual case, but everything points to a forced or incomplete mark... the process severely injured your wolf." "But he didn’t force me, I wanted it!" I blurted out right away. Lorenzo hadn’t marked me by force. I’d wanted him to. "Calm down, Mrs. Greco. I’m only saying those are the symptoms, but the whole clinical picture is very unusual. How do you feel in response to Patriarch Greco’s pheromones?"

There were always a few rows before Greta and Tom would be going. "I Beta Paul Gryffin, pledge my loyalty to the bloodstone pack and Alpha Erik Bloodstone." He started to cut his hand and allowed his blood to drip into a cup that had the blood of the animals they hunted last night in it. He brought it to his lips and shot it back. I could feel his link sever. He bowed his head and then stood behind his wife as she did the same.