Soren Mcsm Novels & Stories

Soren asked me while he leaned back in his chair. Soren was a tall and muscular man with blond hair and the coldest blue eyes I had ever seen. He was handsome and the women bowed at his feet even before he was king. He was a tough, wild warrior. After years of battles, he had a number of scars on his body and some on his face. I told him it made him look rugged. “Good. I have selected everyone for this mission and updated them on everything. I’m just waiting for the last little bit of information before I pick a day and time to attack the coven,” I told him.

His blue eyes see everything. Egon Andersen walks in behind him. He is our Beta War Commander. He is taller than me and has big muscles. He protects our Silverclaw Kingdom. He kills anyone who crosses us. He spends his free time with Katharina Nielsen, his mate. Mads Andersen sits at the big table with his computer. He is the Moon Treasury Keeper. He counts all our gold. "The Moonstone Relic House opens in one hour," Mads says. He does not look up.

I would have actually gotten up to join them, but the crowd was much, and I did not want to get pushed by a fan who was probably about to go crazy from seeing them. "Damn! R.M looks hot with those shades." Kelly bit her lower lip seductively as she stared at him, and I shook my head sideways at her. The definition of shameless was this girl's Middle name. R.M, Suga, Jimin, V, Jungkook, Jin, and Jhope all walked in, followed by some other celebrities who turned the air. And oh, I definitely got up from where I was sitting when Ariana Grande made an appearance.

Nina found the first genuine lead on Soren Aldric in a state hospital pharmacy registry, of all places—a routine, automated licensing record from the Galenne region, quietly renewed annually under a slightly altered version of his legal name. Soren Aldric had legally become S. Aldric Renner. It was a small, brilliant enough modification to bypass standard automated database triggers, but it wasn't quite a total alias either. Just hidden, in a quiet way.

"Kael Soren. CEO of Kronos Holdings. A pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Vance." A pleasure. The words are meaningless, polite. But in his mouth, in the way his green eyes capture mine, they become an obscene promise, a furtive intimacy flung down like a challenge in broad daylight. My stomach clenches. I nod, just as formally. "Mr. Soren. The pleasure is all mine. Let's get down to business."

The other students laughed. All of them except me. I looked into the boy's eyes—golden, like the burning sun. I saw anger and humiliation, but more than that, I saw unbreakable pride. His name was Soren. A poor kid from the Barren Mountains. I’d seen him around, always alone in a corner, quietly reading, quietly training. He never talked to anyone, and no one wanted to talk to him. Until now. "If you don't belong here," Marcus’s voice grew crueler, "then crawl back to whatever hole you came from!"

It's such a shame that Johnny is holding the camera right now so I can't see him and his naked body, only the hot security guard and Kissa are showing in the camera right now. "Um, my name is Brent, 27 years old and I'm a security guard. I'm kind of new to this job, only three months since I started here and I like it, the pay is not that much but it helps me keep my apartment," The hot security guard said looking at the camera, his eyes radiating a shade of green and it's just so captivating and hypnotizing at the same time. I think his eyes are the second most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, Michael's hazel brown eyes being the first.

Nobody knew what he wanted to do. Soren gulped, and he threatened by saying, “Do you know who I am? I’m the great director, Soren Harlow! I’m from Hegemony Entertainment, and I have known quite a few big guys in Hollywood. Try to touch me if you dare. You’ll be listed as wanted by the world!” After Scorpio finished making a tangle, he walked toward Soren. Soren even wanted to use the baseball bat to attack Scorpio, but he was defeated in the blink of an eye. He did not have a chance to fight back at all.

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

This had been dismissed as a mere rumor but I had a source who proved otherwise. Soren Drakemere, the second son of the formidable Drakemere lineage, carried himself with an air of quiet solemnity that set him apart from his peers. Born into a family renowned for their strategic cunning and unshakable loyalty to the Blackthorn Pack, Soren bore the weight of an unusual legacy. His father, Alaric Drakemere, was a figure of legend—both revered and feared—while his older brother, Caelian, was the golden heir, the warrior who could command a room with a single glance. Soren, on the other hand, was an enigma, a man whose presence was felt rather than heard.