Rico Kruz Novels & Stories

The fact that he was of Italian blood was not something that I neglected, but he grew up as a Russian among Russians, and hence has been one throughout his whole life. “Alpha born, Rogue Alpha Kai.” He said, and she looked down at his hand. “I don’t bite, don’t worry, I have done my part when it came to that, but you are not a person that I would want to harm.” “Thank you for the assurance. You know, it would be foolish of me not to trust you when I know that you could be my enemy’s partner.” She said, and Kai chuckled.

Brandon taunts him. Russell hated thinking of his roommate from last year. No one, not even Brandon knew that it was the same guy he had to face off in one of his last matches from last year. Things didn't end well for either one. Russell had to spend most of his summer recovering from the broken ribs and multiple bruises in his upper body. While the other guy lost partial hearing to his right ear, suffered a concussion, lost three of his teeth, and had to get multiple stitches around his right eyebrow. Needless to say the three broken ribs on the right side of his body from the repeated punches and slams he provoked on his body. All while Brandon indulged the warm sun in Cancun for the summ

Cheryl said loudly as she looked around her. “Not guilty,” Alpha Ramirez stated calmly. “Alpha Ramirez, you are the head Alpha of Brazil and you’ve attended countless meetings with me and Alpha Sinclair as council members, you are aware of our abilities. I warn you now to speak the truth,” Alex said to him. “Alpha Ramirez, did you kill Jane Cooke?” I asked him. “I did not,” he said and his pulse remained steady as I listened to it. “Cheryl Ramirez, did you kill Jane Cooke?” I asked her.

What was Kyle getting on? “Do you know this person?” Ryu asked. I stared at his eyes, which were glowing red, his teeth gritting and ready to tear my limbs apart if I had the slightest connection. Falling apart at this point meant giving everything up. That would make my whole life a lie, and that wasn’t an option. “I don’t know him, but I can tell he isn’t the one.” “What do you mean he isn’t the one?” Kyle growled. “He doesn’t have a cut mark on his right hand.” I said, “Alpha Ryu cut his right hand open during the fight, but his hand was cut on the left.”

“Hold on to me, princesa.” She nodded weakly, still crying. The forest seemed to shrink around us. Ryder growled, losing composure. “Enough! If you hit that button, we kill you before your little fireworks go off.” “That’s fine,” Cruz said. “I don’t need to survive it. I just need you not to win.” Ryder’s mask tilted. “You’d die for her?” “No,” Cruz said softly. Then his eyes met mine. “I’d die for both of them.”

Mr Cruz grabs the plate and passes it to me wordlessly which I gratefully accept and take one cookie. "This is really good." I remark after tasting the cookie. "You should try one Mr Cruz." I offer him one. His fingers brush mine as he takes the cookie from my hand and I inhale sharply. I glance at him to see if he heard me but he's staring at the TV and I sigh. He probably didn't feel that like I did so it was all good. "Is this like N*****x?" I ask. "Yes but this one is an app for Korean movies. Just Korean movies but you occasionally see foreign movies there too." He answers. "Sometimes, when I'm too bored to work... I come here and binge watch these movies."

“And yet, here we are. Pretending to play nice with a man who would slit our throats in our sleep if he had the chance.” From the other end of the table, a low chuckle broke through the room. Ricardo Cruz. His hair was slicked back with streaks of gray that didn’t soften him but made him look deadly. He tapped his cigar against the ashtray, his dark eyes glittering with cruel amusement. “At least one De Luca speaks the truth.” Alessandro’s jaw tightened, though his voice stayed controlled. “We’re here for peace, not violence.”

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”