Remington Steele Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

he growled near my ear and I shook my head. Shaking my head I told him No. “Stay away from my Remy you sick fuck!” Styx eyed me coldly then gave me a cocky smirk. “Then you had better find her before I do,” he asserted and jumped up into the overhanging branches above us disappearing in a flash. Turning to the three of them I growled sourly,” We must find Remy before he does. He believes that she is his mate!” Gavin pulled me into his arms and held me tightly while I continued to ponder over the asshole Styx. I winced slightly causing him concern.

"Not since I realized the men I called brothers were the ones who killed your father and my brother. I've lived in this lie because it was the only way to get close enough to the heart of the rot to cut it out. And then you showed up." He leaned closer, his chest brushed against mine, and the anger that had been fueling me began to melt into something far more dangerous. The friction between our bodies was electric, a magnetic pull I was too tired to resist. My hand moved instinctively, resting against the hard muscle of his chest. I could feel his heart hammering not with the steady beat of a liar, but with the frantic rhythm of a man on the edge. "You're a Steele," I breathed, though the w

I knew this from my past experience. “Alright!” the girl finally answered. “Yes, we’re looking for one ally. Exactly, I’ve been looking for you. You’re smart and from the Remington. The Remington are known for being great strategist. To be honest, we want an easy win. You can help us. We can help you.” And yet, they died in the Bloodmoon war. I couldn’t see how the Remington were great strategist when they died easily. “You’re looking for this one,” Felix narrowed his eyes. “Why?” he looked at me again. “Have a fight with me and prove you’re worthy of being our ally.”

"Ms. Remington has been working tirelessly and admirably. I saw it fit to reward her." Braylen nodded absent-mindedly. "Yes, I dare say it wouldn't be easy working under your constant gaze." After a moment, he continued. "To the undiscerning eye, it may seem that you have taken an interest in Ivory. But, I am pleased to know that you do not pursue any business relation." "Ms. Remington is curiously interesting. As for my philosophies, I may at some point be inclined to relax them." Raiden was certain that his words enlightened Braylen as to his meaning. The usual relaxed expression eroded away.

When I tried to make my way through earlier—without anyone acting as a human plow—I had to push and slip and shove to get anywhere. This is a lot easier. I’ve known Steele since I started at Crown Point University. We ran in the same circles, especially when I started dating Jack. He doesn’t have a crush on me. I know this absolutely, because he’s been lusting over Amanda for years. Since they had a one-night stand and she blew him off immediately after. There’s pain and attraction there, and that’s way more than anything I’ve offered him. Except that forced blow job.

Steele is standing in the hall leaning up against the wall. "How did I know you were involved in that stampede?" He smirks. "Well, if these whores would learn their place, I wouldn't have to threaten them back in line!" Scarlett retorts. She smacks him in the chest as she walks by. And his hand comes out and smacks her ass. "Watch it buddy, or you may bring back a stub!" Scarlett throws over her shoulder as she walks away. “What happened to those girly girl days?” Steele asks.

“Do you really care that much?” Her throat tightened. “You already know the answer.” He smiled faintly. “Didn’t think I’d hear you admit it.” Ashley ignored the heat rushing to her face and focused on Cole’s weak breathing. Footsteps came closer. She raised her gun. When the first Iron Fang stepped through the smoke, she fired twice. He dropped instantly. Cole’s eyes opened halfway. “Damn… you look good when you’re dangerous.” She almost smiled. “You pick the worst times to flirt.”

Remington said. Steven kept his smile in place but his eyes tightened. "Does she now? I didn't know that." He braced his shoulders. "What about Chinese, I'm not picky." Remy made a low sound underneath his breath that I didn't think Steven could hear from across the room—I hoped not. "Tonight isn't a good night, Steven. We're ... busy." "Hmm," he said. "Maybe some other time then." "Yeah," I lied. Steven disappeared down the hallway, and I let out a shaky sigh. Remington's soft footsteps drew near, and he lifted my neck again, this time running his thumb down my bottom lip. "Let's get you home before I have to let my temper go on Mr. Rogers."

Leaving marks across my body to show that I’m his, I will always be his. “Fuck me, please Alpha. Breed me.” I moan. Steele smirks, and it’s a smirk that promises a thousand different tortures that has my pussy clenching on air. He grips my throat, only slightly cutting off my air way. “You don’t get to make demands, kitten.” He chuckles. It’s not a normal chuckle, it’s the chuckle that has you thinking I’m in danger like that kid from The Simpsons said. (Steele’s P.O.V)

Chapter 146 CASSIAN'S POV Steele looks more human than anyone I’ve ever met. He looks more human than Wilder, even, and Wilder, in spite of his name, is one of the least wild people I’ve ever encountered. But Steele’s on another level. He dresses the way humans used to dress, the way I’ve seen them depicted in old books and photos. He has a belt on. I’ve never seen someone wear a belt in real life before.