Protection Book Novels & Stories

I frowned at Marco's pathetic display. "'Blood and sweat?'" I repeated his words, my voice like a razor's edge. "Marco, is 'busting your ass' what you call shaking down our own people for 'protection' money?" Marco froze, but he still tried to argue. "Don, it wasn't protection money!" he said, waving his hands frantically. "It was an operations fund! For building connections, recruiting top talent! Look, I brought in over a hundred new people in five years..."

But with a book, there was never any end. London announced her presence with her light footsteps. She sat on the other couch, in a pair of black leggings and a pink sweater. Dunbar brought her clothes on his return trips to the island, and he outfitted her with clothing that clung to her curves perfectly. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and I kept picturing my hand fisting it as I shoved my cock into her mouth. Now that days had passed, I was eager to fuck her again. Without even trying, she had a naturally beautiful face. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds in a treasure chest. Her fair skin reddened easily under my palm. I wondered if her ass would have the same reaction. I kep

And a lot of people had an opinion on white wolves. - The only white wolf that we know of at the moment is Luna Ivy. And she's got a huge pack protecting her. Nothing is going to get to her. She's lucky. Other's haven't had that protection in the past. And they were used for their powers until they ultimately drained out and died. So I got up and started searching for the books that I was looking for and I looked for all refereneces to white wolves. And luckily I found some passages. But there wasn't too many of them.

Octavius cleared his throat, as if to find his own voice. "This is where your book is.” I watched the place, making a semicircle and narrowing my eyes towards it. "Is the book that can teach demons to flee to earth kept without any protection?” Octavius indicated the tomb with his head. "As I said earlier, Your Majesty, only a human sacrifice allows the book to be read.” "But is it still possible to remove it?” "Try it," he said with defiance in his voice. "She's his owner, after all. Maybe the book recognizes her and allows her to take him.”

If only I could erase Savienna's words but I can't. All of that is true. I always depend on Saint, and I don't want the time to come when I still act when Saint is gone. I need to learn too. I need to protect myself because Saint is not always there. I've been thinking a lot about this. I know Saint won't agree but it's for my own good. And I need to learn, I want to know how much I can do. I want to join the underground school.

Protective measures under review. Protective. The word should comfort but it does not. Because in this context, protection does not mean safety. It means preservation of outcome. My mind moves ahead of the screen now. If they identified me at seventeen. If they placed Leah near me before I knew her. If Livia destabilized a projection they thought was fixed. Then what I am seeing now is not the origin. It is adaptation. The shape of something adjusting.

I won't let it get to that point but I tell her just for damage control. As I turn around and start to make my way towards the entrance, I feel something light touch my arm. My eyes move to the hands grasping the hem of my shirt and to Lia's face. I know she is so scared but there is nothing I can do about it. I'm not here to calm her nerves. I'm only here to protect her. "Why are the men after us?" Before I can answer, I hear a rustle behind me, and my neck tilts to the entrance. Hushes of manly voices slice through the thick air of the night.

“And until I find out who, you stay under my watch.” His expression faltered for a second, but he hid it quickly. “You could’ve just said that instead of playing puppet master.” “I’m not...” I stopped myself, took a breath. “I’m trying to protect you.” He looked at me then, and something in his expression softened. “Sometimes protection feels a lot like control.” That hit deeper than he realized. I’d spent half my life controlling situations, people, outcomes. It was how I survived. But with him, it was different. With him, it felt like I was suffocating both of us.

“I would hug you, but I don’t know you that well. Plus, my wife would throw a fit if she would ever find out. Can you please promise to protect my sister, even if it is from herself?” Wait. What is he talking about? I don’t need help from protecting me from myself. A soft giggle fills the room as Page shakes Brandon’s hand. “I don’t want to get you into trouble, but I do promise to do everything that I can to protect Dee, even if it is from herself.” Wait. She can’t agree with Brandon on this. My mouth falls slightly open as I turn my head and stare at the two. Is my assistant and my brother teaming up against me now? I would have never expected this to happen.

Zavier stated. I sighed and waved my hand over the book. The book within me had a way to protect memories just in case I somehow forgot them. All I had to do was choose an item I wanted to use to hold the protection. "What if it wants the actual book?" I asked once the book started glowing. "It literally has a warning telling you to not use anything that has multiples or that you use all the time." Zavier deadpanned. I sighed as I watched it slowly turn a bright white.