Voss Novels & Stories

Isolde Crane waited exactly where Lucien knew she would be the Ashford Consortium's private lounge, reserved for board members and legacy investors. Floor-to-ceiling glass framed the skyline like a kingdom under quiet surveillance. Low amber lighting softened the edges of power. Leather chairs, imported marble, silence thick with money. Isolde stood near the window, a glass of red wine balanced delicately between her fingers, watching the city as if it belonged to her. "You're unraveling," she said pleasantly as he entered.

Smoke still clung to my hair when the last fire truck rolled away. Morcant Glassworks looked the same from the road…old brick, tall windows, the chimney that had watched over three generations, but the air had changed. The kind of change you taste. Bitter. Metallic. Like the building itself had swallowed fear and couldn’t spit it back out. Workers stood in clumps, coats half buttoned, eyes still wide. A few held mugs of coffee they weren’t drinking. Mireille Lenoir paced like a storm looking for somewhere to land.

Twenty minutes felt like hours. The door opened without a knock. A big man stepped inside and locked it behind him. Voss. That had to be his name from the ad. He was tall, heavily muscled, with short black hair and cold blue eyes that scanned Elias like meat. Scars marked his chest and arms. He looked like trouble. Exactly what Elias needed. Voss dropped a bag on the floor and pulled off his jacket. "Look at you. Pretty little omega already making a mess of the sheets. How long has this heat been going?"

Carter had replied at eleven-twelve. Corporate name traces to a dissolved holding company. Registered address was the Voss Maritime secondary offices..... the building they used before the current headquarters. Registration date: nine years ago. The name on the registration is not Richard Voss. I looked at the message. It's Alexander Voss... I sat with that. The screen in front of me showed the Bayport terminal director making a point about container throughput. The logistics lead was taking notes. Rivaldi's associate was reviewing a clause. Alexander Voss

WELCOME HOME "Everyone will agree with me when i say that the past year has been alot of things-- shitty being a famous word for it, but there were also some good moments-" "And many a bad but here we are, today, celebrating not one, not two things. And it has only just begun because now we can look forward to brace our next chapter and stay open to the thousand possibilities-" "To us, the vamps" Aal concluded with a wide smile. "Come on, cheer with your glasses of water" She said just before Dele swung by, holding her towards him as he whispered something into her ears before heading out, leaving her temptously biting her lower lip.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

The next morning at 6:00 AM. Upper East Side, Voss Tower, rooftop infinity pool. Landon Voss sliced through the water like a shark, sprinting the final fifty meters. The sound of water breaking was sharp as a blade. As he surfaced, his assistant handed him an encrypted tablet. The screen was frozen on a surveillance capture from the Long Island estate last night:

YVONNE'S P.O.V I could have sworn that Mr Voss stopped breathing. His eyes flared wide as he dragged in a sharp breath through his nose. “Let’s go” Mr Voss growled into my ears as he led the way into Goshen. The exclusive club of Washington. The securities didn't ask for a pass, they only gave him a welcoming nod that either Mr Voss didn't notice or didn't pay attention to A man in a pristine tailored suit passed by us as we made towards the elevator, his face lit up with a warm smile

“You are not strong enough for this now.” Lucas gave him a cold look. “You do not get to decide how much truth I can survive.” A silence fell between them. Then Adrian said, “There was a man named Daniel Voss.” Lucas’s mouth went dry. The name landed inside him like a stone dropped into deep water. “Voss,” he whispered. Adrian nodded once. “He worked in legal investigations. Years ago, he found records that could damage men who were building businesses across Varna City.”

Violently if necessary. Hail be damned.