Rico Kruz Novels & Stories

She said and spun on her heel. I couldn't hold the smile that erupted on my face, "Thank you, Trish." There were mostly women on our staff. His jaw tightened. His cold gaze turned to me. "Please, have a seat. Don't mind. We're protective toward each other," Aerial said. I knew she was holding her tongue. But her frightening look unsettled me. He held out his hand, "Marcus Valentino. You must have heard about me." he asked "Aerial, Yes. The king of construction. Recently... is interested in buying property." She shook her hand.

Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

He didn't say a word, instead, he buried his face on the crook of my neck and hell how warm it felt. I could hear the nosy people whispering to themselves but I paid no attention to them. Even the bouncers that were supposed to be here the very moment Cyrus punched Dylan just made their grand entrance. What a waste of money this club has to pay for their irresponsible employees. "Cyrus." I saw Cyrene behind Cyrus and she just nodded at me while Cyrus didn't respond to her. He seemed to be lost in his own world.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

I would go through a lot of inhumane torture every day and it would be worse anytime he was annoyed. Tonight, there was supposed to be a festival in the pack, while serving the crowd, I came across the Alpha of the pack and unexpectedly I felt an uncanny connection with him. Before I could scramble away afraid he might notice, I was stopped by his rejection. He had also noticed. I had thought that at least, he was going to accept me, but then it turned out that I was living in a fantasy world. Thinking about all this, the tears in my eye became intense as it flowed down like a river. Never was I going to be able to heal in this lifetime.

Cruz bragged. "Did I forget to mention that I fucked over a thousand bitches in the first half of this year? That's Cruz Westham! Now that I told you who I am, why don't you tell me who the fuck are you? I'm a genius, a perfectionist, a CEO, a Surgeon, and also a Fucker, so tell me who the fuck are you, Jessica Vegas! Who the hell do you think you are?" Cruz asked but Jessica was mute as she stared at him in disbelief.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

Cruz shook his head, briefly glancing at me before returning his gaze to his mother. "Take her hands," she instructed, taking my hand and lifting it towards Cruz. He seemed hesitant, but eventually held my hand in his large palm. "Now close your eyes and feel it." Cruz closed his eyes, furrowing his brow in concentration. Within seconds, his eyebrows relaxed and his face transformed into pure happiness. When he opened his eyes, they were no longer their usual black, but shimmered silver like the moon itself. "I feel it," he spoke in a deeper voice than usual. "Goddess blessed."