Wanting Mr Cane Novels & Stories

"What do we with her" "She is mine, I will decide what i will do with her" Cane didn't want blue to be his beta's business "Will you make her your Luna" Luke asked yet again, "Soon, I just need to mark her and it will be done" "But how about finding your true mate" Luke questioned. Cane had been searching far and wide for his true mate despite the fact that he was cursed, Luke was hoping to know if he would stop the search because of her.

I quickly pushed the thought away. “What do you want?” I asked, forcing my eyes to look anywhere but at them. I couldn’t meet their gazes—not now, not when everything felt so surreal. Cane’s lips curled into a sly grin. “We want a lot of things,” he said slowly, “but first things first—we want you to meet us here tonight. We need to discuss how to go about the whole thing.”

He didn’t stand up when I walked in just sat there looking at me with an unreadable expression. He leaned back in his chair, taking a long sip from his glass. “Mr. Hawthorne, what do you want with me? I was told you were causing a nuisance.” I stepped closer, resting my hands on his desk and leaning in until there was barely a foot between us. “Mr. Cane, I just want to talk business with you, that’s all.” I paused. “Do you know a Stella Hart, by chance?” “How can I forget? The bitch owes me money and she’s late on payment. What’s your business with her?”

"Mr. Searle has had feelings for Madam for years. Now that Mr. Warner is divorcing her, will Mr. Searle pursue her?" "Wait, look over there! Madam is holding roses, and Mr. Searle is kneeling on one knee! It's a proposal..."

“Isn't that what they wanted to do to them?” The man nodded, as if it was something very normal in their routine. But Chen Ran's men were still trying to beg. Qing Han looked at Tuan Tuan, who was holding his hand, and sighed. “Not in here. Don't you see there is a child?” I sighed inwardly. He could even notice that in such a situation. Maybe he was really going to make a good dad. But surprisingly, Tuan Tuan looked up at him. “I want to see,” he said with a serious face.

Once I got into the cab, he gently shut the door and gave me a quick wave with a sweet smile on his face as the cab drove away. I couldn’t even raise my hand to wave at him as I just kept staring, still in a daze. I was able to shake off the daze when Connor was no longer in sight and I couldn’t help the smile which made its way onto my lips as I ran my fingers through my hair. I barely even knew the guy but I already missed him and I really wanted to see him again. I instantly regretted not staying at the club longer or not asking him to come home with me.

At some point, even pretending got exhausting. I let myself drift off for real. The comments blew up again. [This is hilarious! Tina's actually brilliant. Everett looked like he was about to pass out! But what happened to her? Why did she suddenly wake up like this?] [Something's off with the story now. Everett's disgusting. The second he heard she had terminal cancer, he's already thinking about divorce and running off with the money.] Running off with the money? That snapped me awake.

Punk. With a wave, I dismissed John, then turned to look at Genevieve. “We've had this conversation before,” I started. “My house is out of bounds. What do you want now?” “What do I want?” She snickered. “Since when have you cared about what I want?” She made a show of biting her finger seductively, then closed the gap between us, slumping into the space beside me and crossing her legs over mine. “I already have what I want?” Her tone dropped, turning sultry. “I have your father. He's obsessed over me. I love him. And I have him at the tip of my finger. If I want you fired, I just have to say it.”

Mrs Sweeny aka; old cane lady, aka; Grand Elder hatefully glared at Ruthless in utter frustration. Bulky oldie stopped two steps away from Steph and slowly stretched his hand to grab Wilson from her grip. Steph had already backed away until she was blocked by her fellow colleagues who had been bored out of their mind. Steph was really unwilling to give Wilson up. She wanted him dead but his neck was surprisingly difficult to snap and the bulky, male twin oldie’s intimidating aura was making it difficult for even her to breathe or move properly.

Caine tried to stand up but the thugs each put a hand on Caine's shoulders and pushed him back down in the chair. "Hello Caine," Mister said as he sat down leisurely behind his desk, "I don't have a lot of time to dicker with you, as tonight I'm getting engaged," Mister said in an extremely irritated tone. "So sorry to bother you, but I believe that you may know where my fiance' is," Caine said matter-of-factly.