Armin Arlert Novels & Stories

I nodded, acknowledging his request, "Anything else, sir?" He snorted, settling himself behind his desk, "Yes, stop calling me sir or Mr. Astor. You've lasted as my assistant longer than anyone, bar Katie," his face soured at the mention of her name, lips curling into a snarl, "and you aren't doing any of the stuff she did to keep her job so you've impressed me. Might as well give you the privilege to call me Gunnar." I looked at him with a look of utter astonishment. Did he suddenly see the light inside the bathroom or maybe the ghost of Christmas future approached him?

I said, smiling at him and extending my hand out to shake his hand. His eyes turn dark for a mere second, and then his lip tugs slightly into a smirk. The big scar over his left eye made him look even more mysterious, just as Ricky had told me. "Luna Dannelly. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the invitation. I apologize for my lack of communication and for not responding to your invitation. I've been so busy. I thought I wasn't going to be able to make it, but, I just couldn't miss today. Alarick is a good friend and I just had to come and greet the old Rascal." he says, smiling. He delicately grabs my hand, pulling it forward and placing a kiss on my knuckles.

He went behind and not long after came back with a burly man with strength that surpassed those A-rank bastards. "Introduce, I'm Arlom, the guild master here," he said as he held out his hand to me. "Al and this is Erin," I said coolly while holding Erin's hands and not shaking hands with the man. "Ah fine." Arlom was quite awkward and pulled back his hand. “Mmmm please release that guy over there.” Arlom pointed at the man who was still slumped on the floor because Erin's gravity magic had not been canceled.

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

I nodded as a butler approached us with a tray of champagne and Andrea took two, handing one to me. "Ella, meet my top men, those I owe the smooth runnings of my cartel to," he said with a smile as he placed one hand on my shoulder. "Sebastian (head of production). He runs the farms, ensures both top notch quality and quantity and keeps the drugs running like water. Emiliano (head of export). Keeps the stream flowing across the borders to where they gotta be, controls the logistics, makes sure no questions are asked at the borders and that all product gets from A to B. Alvaro (head accountant), monitors all money coming in and out the business. He's in charge of spotting any unexpected chan

MAGNUS POV "I called the Frostfang Capital warrior trial grounds today, and guess who answered the communications mirror?" Ulrich Andersen grunts, rubbing his temples while the silver chalice of blood-wine sits untouched before him. Egon barks out a rough laugh, shifting his massive frame against his heavy carved wooden seat. "Do not tell me it was the Supreme Commander of the northern barracks." "A young sentinel prefect," Ulrich mutters darkly, his golden alpha eyes flashing with a headache. "A male submissive who confiscated Bartosz's training blade because he was carving runes into the dining hall table during strategic war council."

He didn’t say a word, but the disapproval was there, sharp as a blade. I walked towards him, my arms crossed over my chest, before smiling as I saw Alessandro take a step back. Nolan already knew that I was there. “Is everything alright?” “Everything is fine.”

After an hour, the officer comes to us and says “the result is out now, please follow me to explain the results of the test. Maybe just two of you guys, Miss Issa, and someone who will guide the wheelchair. “Let me accompanying her to the room and you guys can wait here” that’s Arthur's voice, he just being so nice when I sick. Even though yesterday I lost a bet with him and haven't made up for it. Maybe he'll charge it when I'm well again, this sly guy won't be able to let me go just like that. I turned my gaze towards Arthur, trying to look up to catch the expression on his face. He looks serious and calm, but his eyes stare at Ivan strangely. Indeed, Ivan is the one who looks worrier than

I wasn’t going to. I was simply going to give him a warning to remember. It would remind him to not mess with me again. The man was an amateur and that was something that he wasn’t aware of. “Please, Arturo…” “Now, now, you need to be warned, don’t you?” I said, stopping him. “I already understand…”

I went straight to gallery and sat next to Armin before showing him each photos with one swipe. “Isn't this one adorable?” I asked. It was a photo of Tentin placing a hand on my shoulder, his mouth puckered towards my cheek. I looked up at Armin only to see than he looked quite frozen up. “Babe,” I said placing a hand on his pale cheek, “What's wrong?” Armin inhaled deeply, then exhaled but he didn't calm down. His eye colour flashed between white and gray. His wolf was surfacing? It was quite confusing. Wasn't he chill a second ago?