Theon X Ramsay Novels & Stories

To prevent them from getting into something bad, Alex reminded them, "He might be an extraordinary person, I think you guys should back off." Unexpectedly, Dylan sneered and said, "Of course you will think that he is extraordinary. Who else in this room is not extraordinary to a low-ranked person like you! You’re such a coward! Get lost! You’re nothing but a toy-boy!” A woman said, “Yeah! Even if that person is somebody, so what? This place belongs to Thousand Miles Conglomerate. No one would dare to cause trouble here. Right, Benjamin?” Benjamin said proudly, “Yes! The manager of this restaurant, Ramsay knows me. He respects me. Don’t worry about it.”

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

Hank said. They probably noticed that I was expecting him to stay but chose not to mention it. After an awkward pause, Harper changed the topic. “Have you met Ramon? He is an engineer who works across from our office.” The guy beside her took a step forward and gave me a handshake that was too soft for my liking.

“You’re ruthless!” Xena glared back. “It’s your fault for being so cheeky!” “I was just speaking the truth!” Xena could no longer be bothered to argue with him, saying, “Go and get stitched up already. Raymond’s waiting for you.” Hamish leaned into the sofa and pouted, “I’m not going unless you take me. I’ll just sit here and bleed out.” Xena grew exasperated and slammed the sofa. “Hamish, don’t push me. Also, stop threatening me with your injury!”

He was the spitting image of Asher, only his eyes had looked fully black. "Hi Xander." I could feel my professional polite mask slipping into place. The steel spike that usually resided in my spine forcing my body upright was trying to resume its place. I abhorred being the center of attention like this. Reminded me of the orientation meetings for the ritual each year. Of being stuck in life not of my choosing. Ransom's hands landed on my shoulders from behind. I felt the tension of meeting new people fade away under his heat. "Okay, everyone knows the plan?" Ransom asked.

"Son." Xander had a smile on his face as he patted his son on the shoulders in a manly way. Rasmus gave him a tight smile as Xander moved back and sat on the couch. Hunter was casually leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared down. One foot in front of the other. Rasmus grabbed the chair from the desk and sat on it facing Xander. "I'm glad you're back," Xander said in his rich voice, feeling genuinely happy to see his son after such a long time.

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

Huffing I stomp my left foot and cross my arms against my chest. “ Are you okay?” Ryan asked me when Creed and Alex headed up the hallway to meet the doctor at the door. How do I even answer that question? Would anyone be okay after finding out something like this? Wait, he shifted? I can’t shift because I’m only a half breed, but wouldn’t that make him a half breed too because he’s my brother. “ Hey Ryan?” I said placing my hand on his arm he step back a few making my arm drop to my side

around his neck…with a rope. What is he trying to do? Let Romeo know that he knows his true identity? If he lets him know, then Romeo will know that I tipped off someone else about his identity. “How’s the report?” I ask Xander immediately to distract him from glaring at Romeo. “Great.” He answers. His grouch disappears, but instead it is replaced with a sadist smile. “But it would have been better if our other member showed up.” He wasn’t looking at Romeo, but Romeo still flinches. “Who’s your friend, Hailey?”

After taking a long deep drag of it, he released the breath, relaxing. “Back to the bar?” “Yeah,” Ramsay muttered with an irritable frown between his eyebrows. “I hope my dad’s there too…” Mateo nodded quietly, patting his friend’s shoulder as he watched the way he created small rings of smoke while exhaling. “Sorry about BT.” Ramsay shrugged. “Yeah.” That was all he said before offering the guy a small wave and heading towards his bike. # “Boy.”