Clone Cadet Novelas e Histórias

No words should be uttered on their communication device, they need to be vigilant as this event will be full of security. Three minutes have passed and the attention of the Captain caught the headlights of the three 2017 Cadillac CT6s raked the ground-floor windows. She noticed Aracelli and Autumn had pulled up just short of the semicircular driveway where they'd be standing by. Alexis will be waiting for their signal to block the front.

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

Elijah chipped in, half mocking. “Don't start, Elijah.” He raised his two hands in mock surrender. “Enough of the rambling, kids.” Dad said, voice stern. “Let's get going.” That being said, he left for the door. I wanted to say something—maybe complain about our so-called beta but wait, did he just call us kids? They were already heading towards the garage, so I had to run to catch up. The guard clicked the door open, and a wave of luxury cars came into view. Benz, Ferrari, Dodge—you name it. Alpha Cade owned a whole collection. He handpicked cars like the ancient people would handpick treasures.

Nico took center stage, mic in hand, pacing between the cars like a showman. “Gentlemen...and ladies,” Nico started, his voice smooth as vodka. “These aren’t just rides; they’re fortresses. Take the Cadillac Escalade Chairman Package: 6.2L V8 engine, 682 horsepower, armored to B7 level, stops AK-47 rounds cold. Self-sealing fuel tank, run-flat tires, and a top speed of 120 mph even under fire.” An Italian buyer, burly with a gold watch, nodded appreciatively. “Impressive. What about the electronics?”

Sir Caden's yell came through a slide window connecting to his office. "Where is my coffee, Ms. Beckett?" He yelled. "Wait, sir, I'm doing it!" I said. As I pressed the coffee maker, my hands trembled. I was startled that there was no coffee. I tried pressing it again, but the result was the same. "It's broken!" I told myself. "Does that mean I'll make him coffee myself?" I wondered, concerned. Sir Caden yelled again, "Faster, Ms. Beckett! Bring me my coffee now!" The hot water in the dispenser was already hot, so I simply used that and and make a coffee.

Chapter 10 Cayden POV I hang up the phone with the local police chief and lean back in my chair as I rub my hands over my face. Vampires? Are you fucking kidding me? Of all the times for my parents to be off, enjoying their retirement travelling. If they had been home, they surely would have been part of the conversation with Scarlett’s parents earlier today and they’d be taking part in the session with Leader Bruno later this morning. They’re of the same generation and my dad was Alpha Zeb’s Beta, which means they were also a part of it the last time werewolves had to do battle against those bloodsuckers. No one has seen or heard from one of those things in years. We honestly thought that i