Rj Kane Novels Novels & Stories

Kane’s POV Excitement thrumming faintly within him at the chance of getting rid of the marriage now and being done with it, Kane didn't know exactly what he was expecting. Maybe for the woman to bite her lips and flutter her brows while coming up with the fakest smile known to her manipulative gender, or for her eyes to go wild with shock while she stuttered and asked to know 'what the hell he was talking about?' Because that was most certainly not what happened. Instead, the devil incarnate stared at him, raked her eyes from his head down to his shoes, and asked, "How can both of you be cousins?"

Kane smiled widely , he clapped his hands twice . " There you have it Josh , Wasn't too hard now , was it ? " , Kane encouraged . Josh let out a sigh . " I didn't think it was possible for you to get scarier Kane ", Josh told him . Kane laughed . " But , honestly . Where the hell is that fucker Kaz ? " , Kane asked too . Kaz was the one of them that was taking his new job way too seriously , he was constantly gone . ' Gathering intel ' was all he ever did these days .

I energetically respond with a shake of my head. “I miss eating at the canteen!” Jude smile back at me. “Then it’s my treat, Charmie.” “Oh! Treat?! I love hearing those words!” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much!

He reaches for the water jug and his elbow catches it and the whole thing goes across the counter, and he says a word he immediately apologizes for, and Richie says, without any particular inflection: "Do you do that a lot?" And Kane says: "Constantly. I dropped nine folders the first time I met her." Richie looks at him. "Nine." "It might have been eleven. I've stopped counting." Something happens to Richie's face. Not a smile. The place a smile lives before it arrives. "That explains the way she described you," he says. And Kane laughs.. loud and completely unembarrassed, the way he does.. and the room changes temperature, and after that it is fine.

I sat there, chair rolled up against the wall, still riding the small high of finally telling Maya something true, when I noticed a woman walking toward me, unhurried, dressed simply enough to pass for staff at a glance. "Riley Kane?" she said, stopping in front of me. "Yes?" "I wasn't sure I'd catch you alone." She smiled, warm, easy, nothing about her posture suggesting anything was wrong. "I've been wanting to talk to you properly for a while now." "Do I know you?" "Not yet. Not really." She crouched slightly, bringing herself closer to my eye level. "My name is Mara." The name hit me like a slammed door and my whole body went rigid in the chair.

I opened it. The room looked different during the day. Yesterday I had barely noticed anything. Today I noticed everything — the windows, the shelves, the books. I walked slowly. History, economics, business, architecture, politics. None of it matched the version of Kane my brain had quietly constructed. No shelves of weapons, no villain setup, no giant map with red pins. Just books. Actual books, the kind with worn spines and folded corners. I moved farther along the shelves, trailing my fingers lightly, and then stopped. Medical books. Several, recent editions, some with handwritten notes in the margins, sticky tabs, pages folded at specific points. That made me pause. I reached out, picke

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But this time, there were no books beside him. That was what unsettled me most. Normally, he carried his history books everywhere—thick volumes filled with stories of ancient wolves, old battles, forgotten traditions. He loved history more than anything else. He read them with endless curiosity, asking questions that even Everett sometimes struggled to answer. Today, those books remained untouched. Instead, Kane sat with a training blade resting across his knees. Not reading. Not studying. Just… holding it. Watching it. His fingers traced the edge slowly, thoughtfully, as if he were memorizing the shape of something far heavier than he should understand.

“Sounds like a deal. We’ve got the whole night, after all.” Face down, I felt his gentle hands on my back, the warmth of his touch seeping through my skin. His fingers traced my skin, dancing over the contours of my spine with ease. The tension that lingered from the day seemed to dissolve under his skilled hands. Was there something Jake couldn’t do? He could cook. He lived independently. He could be domineering, but he could be kind. He was freakingly good-looking. He had a body to die for. And on the bed, he could kill you with pleasure. He surely had everything a woman could ask for. And I was happy he was with me.

she scoffed, rolling her eyes before stalking off. Kane exhaled harshly, rubbing a hand down his face. This was getting old. The meaningless sex, the empty nights, the constant rotation of women who wanted nothing more than to say they had been with him. It was all so damn empty. His decision was already made. This was his last week in the underground ring. After this, he was done. No more brutal fights in secret venues. No more illegal bets placed on his name. No more blood spilling beneath his fists.