Theon X Ramsay Novels & Stories

Jaxon arrived in a sleek monogram swimsuit—drawing awes and gasps from everyone, even the guys. He was extraordinary. Leonard stared with unreadable eyes—like Jaxon was the only person in the world who existed. At this rate, the god of beauty should be jealous. Because Jaxon was about to replace him. BROADWAY Vincent’s black SUV cruised down Broadway as the sky turned orange-pink. Ryu, fresh from his Pride High gig, was still buzzing, stage makeup smudged, hair loose, grinning. “Your set was insane, Ryu,” Vincent said, eyes on the road. “You owned that stage.”

“The sea’s perfect, the sun’s out, and no one’s mad at anyone.” Alexander chuckled, lifting his coffee. “Glad you’re feeling better. I was worried about you yesterday.” “I know,” she purred, placing her hand briefly on his forearm. “Thank you for taking care of me, Xander.” Xander? That’s a first. My throat tightened, but I said nothing. I focused on buttering a piece of toast, even though my hands were trembling slightly. “You look good this morning,” Alexander added. “You seem... lighter.” Ramona let out a soft, airy laugh. “I feel so much better. Sometimes you just need to sleep things off, you know?”

~Raemon~ “You must be Xavier?” His eyes turned to face me, picking up on my aura. Damn he should know who I was and right now I didn’t want to know who he was. That damned name that kept ringing in my head was standing right in front of me. I should pluck out his eyes for looking at my Alexa like that. “Alpha Raemon.” He called out. Smart gamma. I smirked, looking past him to look at Alexa wearing just casual jeans and a top but was clearly the most beautiful.

A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head. Raj looks like a skinny matchstick while Ryan looks like a huge, thick matchbox. And looks hot, just like a freshly baked muffin coming right away from the oven. His chiseled jawline accentuates his sculpted face that is worth drooling. I want to save his face on my phone’s wallpaper. His shoulders are bulky and broad, muscularly squared and his sturdy hands are in the pocket of his navy blue pants, which remind of yesterday's incident. I hope I didn’t burn Hotty’s balls.

“Luna Alex. Alpha Jaxson. So nice to see you again after all these years.” Alex tries to regain her composure with who she sees standing in front of her, it’s a challenge but she manages just so. Alpha Jaxson can tell she is tense so he does what any good Alpha and mate would do, he reaches out to be polite and shakes hands with none other than Alpha James, with his mate Jessica standing by his side and his son on his other side. “Alpha James. It has been a long time. Welcome.”

The hatred would be there while I watched him do whatever he liked with anyone he wanted to do with. Xander is the son of Alpha Xavier, and there was just no difference in cruelty. They were both so heartless and powerful. I could tell Xander would be more gruesome than his father the moment he became the Alpha. My name is Hutton. I am the Alpha Prince of the Blue Moon Pack, one of the most powerful yet intimidated by the Red Moon Pack.

Once he took his place in the middle, he pulled his hands away from where they were tucked behind his back, and flashed the crowd the yellow rose he was holding. It was his offering, his offering of love to Maya. He looked so calm and collected, like he was confident everything would go as he planned. He had no idea. Juliette felt sick watching him, his cool composure and cocky smile. "Thank you all for the support you being today," Jaxon said. A few cheered, which made his smile widen. Oh Alpha. He had that way of speaking a few words that had girls dropping their panties. He let out a calm breath and turned to face off stage.

I expect her to be angry but she says, "You are lucky it's your birthday and I can't get mad at you." We walk out of the restaurant on our way home. We bump into Ramon who slides out of his flashy Benz, his phone on his ear. He looks sophisticated in an expensive pink tux and a black bow tie. Yes, he looks like a snack. Thinking he's going to greet us, he bolts past us, right into the restaurant. Okay, what was that? ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

I take a deep breath, facing my target. Ramsey finally speaks up, "The only reason you're standing there, still breathing is the proposition you say you have for me. Otherwise, I would take out the frustration of seeing warehouse after warehouse on my territory go up in smoke, on you." Beside me, Ricardo shrugs. "Technically, it's your father's territory." Ramsey's eyes darken and he gets to his feet. Over six feet and ripped with muscle, this man is not one to be messed with. Luckily, we've taken on bigger giants.

Zayn looked down at Ramses from above without any attempt to conceal his contempt. Ramses felt nauseated from being furious. As the second-in-line in Hydrocure United, he held a highly respectable status in the organization other than being powerful as a fighter. He had never been humiliated like this before, so he almost lost his mind from being enraged. He shouted aloud wildly, “Zayn Larson! You son-of-a-b*tch! How dare you?! I swear that I’m going to kill you today!”