Urbain Novels & Stories

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

Xavier: When she first mentioned the name, something in me went still. “Lorenzo D’Amaris,” Valerie said with a small, almost relieved smile, setting the file on the desk. “He’s interested in investing in the new firm. It’s all legitimate, I checked everything twice. He seems professional. I am still checking things out, but the idea of someone wanting to invest is making me happy.” I forced my expression to stay neutral even as my instincts sharpened. “D’Amaris?” I repeated, slowly. “Where’s he from?”

Mine was one of the bigger ones since I was the Alphas cousin. My bathroom like most others had a cheap modern white look since we were a small pack we did not have much money for luxury. My room, on the other hand, was themed with a pale greens, blacks and whites. Some items silver. You could say my favourite colour was silver but if not silver then green.

Baka isipin nitong ang boring niya at malayo ang kanilang life style. Kagaya nang unang nakita niya ito sa bar, light lang ang make up nito. Simpleng pulbo at liptint lang pero litaw na litaw pa rin ganda. Mahinhin na mahinhin sa suot na bestida, kabaligtaran sa may pagka-wild na pagkatao nito sa bar. "So apo ka ni Lola Carmen? How come?" Parang ayaw niyang maniwala na ito ang apo ng matandang babae. Malayong-malayo sa katangian ng conservative nitong lola si Gieselle. At dahil doon ay mas lalo lang napukaw ang kanyang interes.

Only now the roles were reversed. 'Fuck! Cheetah's curses are finally ready to bite me in the ass!'

“You’re a really great tour guide, you know that? I mean it. Have you ever considered starting up your own business?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Very funny. Okay – well, this here is the bakery. I reckon you’ll get a kick out of this. So it’s owned by a man called Jean-Claude. He’s from Brittany, and he makes you order in French. And,” I added, laughing to myself – I’d not realised how bizarre Jean-Claude’s bakery was until I’d begun describing it to a newcomer, “if you get it wrong, he won’t sell anything to you. Well – if he’s in a good mood, he’ll purposefully give you something else. But most of the time, he just gives you this glare, like you’ve affronted him, and he kicks you out.”

By the next morning, Jacob had a meeting set up between Joseph and me at one of the most desired restaurants in town, La Grenouille. It was one of the most iconic French restaurants in New York and it was always busy so at least both of us knew that nothing would happen while we were there. The meeting was set for eight o’clock that night and I was already pumped. I had heard some crazy things about Joseph but it didn’t bother me. He wanted me to work with him and I wanted to have an agreement between us that I could live with. Now that my group was expanding I didn’t want our men to have to worry about pissing off the Suicide Kings.

He finished with an air of Finality, and the a round of applause followed. “$500,000 , Fabri” “$500,000 , Fabri” These were two different statements which undeniably were beautifully linked together. The name Fabri had a familiar touch to it. A sense of nostalgia hit me as Vegan has only just called out the name. I had long forgotten where I was. It was though I had been immersed into a depth of uncertainty. I had been bought by a Man name Fabri and of all names, it had to be that name. I know the name should be the least of things to be worrying about, but there are somethings that just have a hold of you and form the entirety of your being.

I argued. He smiled and nodded. "I'm afraid your brother isn't who you thought he was," he said. "When he learned the truth, he couldn't help but want what we had to offer." "What truth?" I asked him. He looked at me dead in the eyes. "That your grandfather isn't Otto Müller," he said. "His real name is Wilhelm Goebel. He was the European aid to Cain's father. Your grandfather was a very powerful Lycanthrope with a lot of an influence."