Shameless Kash Novels & Stories

Kash was from my original pack before I was sent away with a greater purpose. I had known him most of my life, and yet he didn't trust me enough to meet his mysterious boss. "No. I wanted to let you know first. He isn't going to be happy about this. Kash, we both know what happens if she has both the Alpha's marks. We should have brought Kragen into our plan a long time ago. Why is he stalling? Let's just kill her and end it all," the man hisses, taking a step into the room.

"Well, well, if it isn't Annabelle. Didn't you use to value money more than life itself? How did you end up like this? Guess this is what they call karma." "Don't be so quick to judge," another sneered. "Maybe she found herself a rich hillbilly out in the countryside, thought she hit the jackpot, and then got scammed and dumped. Now she's out here selling herself to survive. It's not like a cheap slut like her deserves a better ending." My fists clenched, but I held my silence and turned my gaze toward Joseph. He listened without saying a word. Then, he took a sip of his drink and fed it to the woman beside him.

Cazz drawled. I blinked back to the present, my breath fast and shallow. A pile of photos clutched in my hands wrinkling under my too-tight grip. ‘Breathe, Jesse.’ ‘I know him. I know that voice. He’s—’ ‘Just breathe. They can all smell your fear.’ But I felt the jagged rip of anger in Cazz as he turned his full attention on Khush. Khush, who looked like a tan-skinned Hulk, was still kneeling but now looking up at Cazz with a smug smile on his face, clearly expecting to be commended.

Kill Anushka and make it messy. I will send you proof when it's done.

She closed the door. Ishaan saw Kavish and Sameera. They were playing with each other. Ishaan "Kavish is the one who could make me immortal." Ishaan picked up Kavish. He started crying. Hearing him crying, Sameera also started crying. The kids were crying too loudly. Ishaan's ears were hurting. He put Kavish down. The kids were still crying, and his ears started to bleed. The witches outside, too, couldn't bear the noise. Aayan and others present in the house were unaffected.

“Uh… I wouldn’t know.” Celia’s breath caught. And just like that—she understood. Of course he hadn’t touched her. Not like that. Not yet. He was still grooming her. Still wearing the good-boy mask. A strange relief washed through her—twisted and ugly. He hadn’t ruined Brielle yet. “Good for you,” Celia said, slipping her lip gloss into her purse with a little click. “Hold out as long as you can. Guys like to think they own you once they’ve had you. Especially the charming ones.”

"Then you must have equally done a lot of shit with Alex. Alex Shorters.” What the hell did Faith and Cassie blab to him? Alex Shorters was merely one of my admirers back in Minnesota and I only had a crush on him, nothing more. “Shut up!" I glared hard at Asher. He seemed super pleased to have hit a nerve. “Yeah, you guys have done it a million times in many dirty and different ways." Has he suddenly gone nuts? How dare he say that to me? Without thinking, I picked the object nearest to him and flung it hard at his head.

At the same time, participants from various branches across the city were stunned. Why had these three suddenly appeared on the big screen, which was supposed to be playing the "Annual Advanced Commendation"? The background audio switched to Harvey's voice from that 300-person group chat. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight. Also, look at all those stretch marks on my wife's belly. Who'd want to touch that?"

Third Person POV Dominic sat in silence, while Cass leaned against the edge of the desk, his expression unusually serious. Finally, Cass blurted out. “I want to make a deal with you.” Dominic’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, the authority in them making Cass’s wolf stir. “A deal?” he asked flatly. Cass nodded. “Yes. I’ll keep your secret, your true identity. In exchange, you keep mine. You don’t tell anyone about… Teresa.”