Chevalier 소설 & 이야기

“It’s harder than you can imagine. She shares a strong bond with Leo. Those two are unbreakable.” My nose scrunched up in disgust and annoyance as I gazed at Vogar. How stupid could one sound? “What rubbish, Vogar? Bond?…. What fucking bond? She is your mate and has no connection with Leo.” “Yes, she is my mate. But she is Leo’s healer. His lifesaver. She has a gift of healing.” “Are you indeed nut? Why would Leo want a healer?” I don’t give a ‘d’ about her gifts. To hell with it. I just don’t get why Leo wants a healer.

He takes a moment to gather himself before turning his attention back to me. "OK, let's do this!" This is the reason the guy is one of my top warriors and one of my best friends, and if I didn't have my brothers he would most defiantly be a higher-ranking wolf, and that's not because he's one of my best friends, but because he is one incredible fighter, fiercely loyal and holds incredible morals.

Stuff like this, could not go by him without being noticed. "Jerry! How do you think I've kept my position as second in command all this while? Do you think it's just because I'm friends with Damien I would be able to remain in my position till now. No! I would have been eaten alive by the wolves who coveted my position. The reason I'm able to stand firmly before you is that I sharpened my skills and honed my ability to discern truth from lies. So, I'll ask you once again, Who sent those letters Jerry?" Alex started with an aura that sent chills down Jerry's spine. "Its... Its Miss Ariel !" Jerry finally confessed. "What? Which Ariel ? The same one who is on the enemy's side? What the hell i

A month more, a month less. Ryner had agreed. As for the man... Yep, that was him. Marquis Chartreuse. I pursed my mouth in disdain. Simplicity is the soul of genius... and of villainy, I guess. That was probably why Chartreuse the elder started taking great pains to receive some extra work.

I explained without taking my eyes off the judge who saw us inquisitive. “Can you talk later?” Matt interrupted us before going to the judge. "Don't worry, George, you can go on." "Sure,” The poor man cleared up again before continuing, "Well? Do you accept her?” “This beautiful woman with a French name?” Louis asked mockingly. "Hell, yeah!" “How about you, Evangeline Brooks? Do you accept Lord Louis Anderson third as husband to love and protect until death do you part?” Now it was me who gaped at the man next to me.

"Names, especially dangerous names, have power. And like people love to say 'speak of the devil and he shall appear' and believe me, honey, he is the Godfather of the devil." "Isn't he a rumor?" "In your world, he is nothing but a rumor. In our world, he is the god. The king. And no one can get in his way." The guard spoke with a slight shiver down in spine. "I can only imagine," Rosalie muttered as she handed the vegetables to one of the girls around her. "Say, what's your name. I'm Rosalie." "We all know who are, dearie." Teresa, the head chief, chuckled from the stove. "And that knucklehead over there is Major, head of security and Boss's guard."

As I sniffed around his bed stand, I saw something shimmer in my peripheral. I turned and saw a tiny metal substance lodged in the space between his bedside drawer. I quietly pulled it out and studied it angrily. It was the Ambassadorial Badge we give to Ambassadors from other packs in our court. This one had NARCISSE engraved in it. I roared in anger as all the pieces came together in my head. Charlotte came rushing in, shaken by the wicked sound. “What’s going on?” she whispered softly. I heaved angrily. “My father was murdered”, I seethed.

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face. "P-p-lease, I-I'm so-orry," he sputtered through his busted lips. Alexander's face held no sympathy. From a young age, he had been dubbed the Duke of Ice, the moniker had stuck for a reason. He had no empathy for the sniveling human meat bag, only an icy rage. "What are you apologizing for? Stealing from my casino," Slam, "for harassing my staff," Slam, "or for insulting a lovely lady?" Slam.

“Are you certain? I think it quite likely was. If he knew you did not speak French he may have found the double meaning funny simply because you would not understand it.” “I think it more likely he meant to remind me that I must entertain him whenever he commands it.” “Did he ever call you mechant? Either mechant chevalier or chevailer mechant?" Fann narrowed his eyes, “possibly, why?” Eleanor smirked up at him. “He was calling you the mean, viscious, evil or....wicked warrior.”