Protecting What's His Novels & Stories

He didn’t look away. “I know,” he said after a moment. “And I hate myself for it more than you think.” That surprised her. Her fingers stilled. “You don’t act like it,” she whispered. His hand flexed against his leg. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted it and rested it between them on the bed—open, palm up. An invitation. Not a demand. “I was taught that protecting something meant keeping it out of reach,” he said quietly. “Out of sight. Out of fire.”

He had looked at her from across the room and said: you too. She had frowned at that, not understanding. He had not explained it. He sat in the blue light and was still, and thought about what it meant to protect something that didn't belong to you yet—and might not, after tonight—and decided that he would protect it anyway, because that was what you did with things that mattered. You protected them whether or not they were yours. Outside, the sun was going down

Or irritation. “I bought silence,” he corrected. “And presence. You exist here so others know you do.” “Others?” I asked. He leaned in, his voice dropping. “Enemies. Partners. People who think I can be touched.” “And what do I get?” I asked quietly. For the first time since I’d met him, Adrian paused. “You get protection,” he said. “From the world you underestimate.” I held his gaze. “And from you?” His lips brushed my ear not a kiss, not quite a threat. “I’m the reason you’re safe.”

“Ask yourself, Cade. Why did she block you?” I couldn’t answer. “Because she's safer with me,” Lucan continued. “Protected and Understood.” “This isn’t over.” I breathed hard. “No,” he agreed. “It’s just beginning

His jaw tightened. "But he's not awake, Alice. He's lying in that bed, and he’s slipping away, and I am here. I am right here, and I am not slipping away, and I am telling you — clearly, honestly, without calculation and without pretense — that I will protect you. I will protect you from the vindictiveness of Lily McCutchen. From Adam’s Marie. From David Newcombe. From whoever else comes. I will use every resource I have, every connection, every franc in the institute's accounts, every shred of influence I've spent my entire adult life building — and I will spend it all on you. Without hesitation. Without regret. Without asking for anything in return except the chance to be the person who st

Like, come on, man, it's not that deep. “Why are you even trying to protect me? The last time I remember I was just some hooker you claimed because I was bought with your money.” His head tilted as his grey eyes bore into mine. “Once I own something, I make sure that I protect it at all costs because I hate losing stuff. And I also hate getting my stuff taken by someone else.” “Even if it's not important?” “Everything of mine is important. Once I'm keeping it. I don't keep trash.”

Alessio accused him further. "I did it to protect you!” Isaac claimed. “That day you were going to kill Anson, it was me who removed those bullets from your gun. When I told him to run, I did it because I was trying to protect you—and even when you executed him, I managed to get MISA off your back!” For a moment, I felt dizzy in my head because I was unsure whether Isaac, who went so far to protect Alessio, truly belonged in that chair. He didn’t have to protect him, he wasn’t supposed to do that—yet he did.

I know that I’m an emotional wreck right now, but that has got to be the sweetest damn thing any human has ever said to me. My eyes find his and I let out a whimper. His dark stare is full of warmth and comfort, but a fierce protectiveness, too. He’s wearing the same shirt from last night. A simple black button-down instead of his usual red plaid flannel. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing corded, tattooed forearms I need wrapped around me. Suddenly, I just want to hug him. I want to feel the solace I know his arms would bring. The pull is too strong.

I asked carefully. “You can do that,” said the Alpha. “It's part of the deal. You and your brother, no matter what, are under my protection.” And that, in some strange way, calmed me.

the youngest brother asked with a trace of unease in his usually confident tone. Lucas Han’s eyes narrowed slightly with a sharp glint of determination in his gaze. “I’ll make sure that would never happen,” he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt. The vast office of Titan Core Corporation seemed to echo with their words. The room was sleek, modern and imposing, glass walls overlooking the city skyline from floor to ceiling, a silent testament to the power the eldest Han brother wielded. Here, three figures gathered in what had become their usual confidential meeting—a space where decisions that could shift lives were made.