Vander X Silco Mga Nobela at Kwento

But before he did, I saw his jaw clench and his fists tighten. "Mother of God! Is this who I think it is?" Vander asked, sounding amazed as he saw me. Then he smirked. "It is nice to finally meet you, Zuri Fitzgerald." I was surprised and wondered how he knew my name. I looked at Helios and saw the dark expression on his face as he stared at Vander. It was as if he was restraining himself from doing whatever he intended to do to the man. "Vander Moreno," he introduced himself, extending his hand for a handshake, but Helios violently swatted it away. Vander, however, didn't look offended; instead, he laughed.

Four Years Later. VanderMed Technologies Anniversary Party. “Two years ago, we introduced a system that many believed was too ambitious. Too early. Too risky.” Within the biggest ballroom of Rexam Grand Hotel, Silas Vander stood tall, his light brown hair neatly styled and his fair skin catching the warm lights of the chandeliers. His sharply defined features were calm yet commanding, and there was an unmistakable confidence in the way he carried himself. His hands were steady, posture straight, pride evident in his eyes as he faced the crowd.

The more I tried to be strong as his cold eyes rested on me, the more my courage eloped slowly. I peered into his eyes and the darkness in them sent shivers all over me. I shouldn't be afraid of him when my father is also one of the most powerful and I also got my wolf powers, but then, I knew better than to stand in his way. Xander isn't a mere werewolf like every other person. He has three combinations of powers in him. No one would be able to defeat him. "I asked you a question, and you remained silent." He growled, raising his brow as he stepped down from the desk, turning fully toward me.

I had unlocked a memory that I tried so hard to bury within the chambers of my mind. So I reached for the bottle of cheap vodka that I hid behind the swings as I contemplated whether or not to drink -if it would make me more of the monster my father turned into. "No, please don't drink" He said as he walked out, with the laptop in his hands. "Please, don't drink. I love you and our baby and there's no way to prove it except-" "Albert Smith. Duluth" He said as he typed something into the laptop. The tapping of the keys rang repeatedly in my head as I stared back at the bottle that I held in my hands.

Employee x Employer | Voyeurism, Silent Obsession, Choking Tease Characters: Lyra Moncrieff – Powerhouse CEO, cold beauty, calculating mind with a secret hunger for danger. Silas Vane – Mute ex-soldier turned private chauffeur, predator stillness, speaks only with his eyes and hands. . . . She didn’t remember hiring him. Her executive assistant had found Silas Vane through a hush-hush private security firm, one of those places that didn’t advertise but always answered the right calls.

"Look at the light." In the center of the clearing, the massive, black-matte Vane VTOL was hovering like a prehistoric bird. Its searchlights cut through the forest canopy, turning the swirling ash into a storm of grey ghosts. The side door slid open with a mechanical hiss, and a figure stepped out into the blinding glare. Silas.

Running the vibrator over each breast, I bit down on my lip and let out a run of tiny moans as each bud hardened against Alex's actions. Feeling the speed go up by a setting, he traced the toy down my body and hovered it right over my core. Most would find the use of a vibrator the perfect addition to reaching your release. I, however, braced myself for the tantalizing punishment I was about to receive. Denial. A few seconds passed before he carefully shoved the wand between my

Jax Hill’s voice rang out as he neutralized the last guard in the server room. Sienna Wood stepped up to the central console, her visor retracting to reveal her fierce, determined expression. She looked directly into the camera. "Server secured, Davina. We’ve got the Blackwood data. And we found something else." She panned the camera to a corner of the room where a high-ranking Syndicate operative—a man named Silas Vane—was cowering behind a desk. Silas had been the primary middleman between the hidden Connors and the Vance Syndicate.

The concealment bubble she'd been building since the cathedral was extended around them both, tight and concentrated, and Xander could feel it even from the door — the quiet space of it, the frequency interference she was projecting inward. Silas's eyes were wrong. Not fully black. Not the flat, replaced black of the infected Alphas. Something in between — the dark spreading from the edges inward, his own color fighting it in the center, the two frequencies running against each other in real time. He was still in there. Barely. But in there. Vane was at the far corner, practical and white-knuckled. Sarah had a piece of broken furniture in her hands, which wouldn't help and which Xander under

"Tell me you have the access codes for the offshore holdings." Vulture nodded, his face grim under the moonlight. "I have the codes, Doc. But Vance was clever. Those accounts are tied to a biometric scan. A DNA match. That’s why Silas needs you. He doesn't just want a daughter; he wants the keys to a kingdom that Vance stole from him fifteen years ago." "Then we give him what he wants," I whispered, looking at the dark canopy above. "But we deliver it with a bullet."