Jean X Armin Novelas e Histórias

Today, though, it was an exception because it was Amari's 19th birthday. The door swung open, revealing Xavier wearing a leather jacket, a black top, and dark jeans. He was carrying a duffel bag, and in his left hand, he held a picture of him and Amari on their wedding day, a bittersweet smile on his lips. Just the thought of that day made me feel sick. I clutched tighter onto my martini glass, my fingers trembling, feeling like I might need something stronger to get through this day. The memories flooded back, and a mix of sorrow and anger washed over me, threatening to drown my senses.

His body went tumbling to the ground down a hilly cliff and Jimin, Rhea and Layla watched as he rolled away. “Xavier!” Ferran didn’t even give a second to spare. Seeing that he had the advantage, he bounded towards Aurum who was still rolling down the cliff, motivated by the screams of his people that were watching the battle. Of course, Xavier was no match for him. He had just been a little rusty. Now he had gotten back his energy and he was going to teach the kid a lesson for daring to step on his turf.

“How was your training? Tell me what you’ve been up to the past four years.” “Training was good.” I can see he wants to reach for me, but he holds himself back. “Maryo got married, and Armani married Tanya.” “Who’s Armani? I don’t remember you mentioning him.” Xander hesitates before he says, “Armani is an enforcer for the Italian mafia. We became good friends during training.” Italian Mafia. Russian Bratva. God, what have I gotten myself into?

I hurry to put it on, then run down the hallway to meet Xavier. As I enter the garage, I'm stunned at what I see. Xavier has his back leaning against a beautiful aqua blue jeep, his arms and legs crossed. I notice how he is wearing a similar outfit to my own, however he has a red flannel top, with a black undershirt, with beige hiking shoes.

"Your grandmother is one of the owners of the agency La Arma, but no one in her family knew then." "La Arma? What is that?" He breathed deeply again. "I will tell you about that, but La Arma is now also under your name." "What is it?" He ruffled my hair a little. "For now, don't worry about it. Your daddy is in charge of La Arma in the meantime." "But Gianna, she knows about La Arma. "Yes. Those two are also close, but in front of Merceditas, no. They have to hide it. I don't know what the reason is between the two of them, but when the three of us are together, they always bully me."

Her hand trembled and her breath became shaky, she didn’t know or understand what she was looking at “Experiment 14_ Cole Meyers_ Chimera testing “X” Experiment 06_ Janette McCurdy_ Werejaguar “X” Experiment 03_ Maddie Cult_ Chimera “X” Were they all dead, what do all these mean? Chimera , Kanima? She flipped from page to page and it goes on like that, the teenagers names and another strange name in front of it. some had x and some didn’t? “Experiment 25_ Roman st. Laurent_ Alpha werewolf “X0” Xo? Now she was just getting even more confused, why did her dad have all these? What is he getting his hands into that involved teenagers her age

Amaris pursed his lips and pulled his hair back making his features to be back on full display. "Stop it!" Jaxon raised his head and shouted at him. The twenty warriors could not believe the sight in front of them. "Eish. Whatever happened to please and thank you?" Amaris scoffed before closing his wounds and the bleeding stopped. Jaxon felt relief when he saw that the wounds had closed up and Anabelle was no longer bleeding too. He pulled her deeper into his arms and cried harder. He knew that he could not risk the life of his mate in order to kill Amaris. Jaxon wished to end Amaris but he knew that the wish would lead to the end of Anabelle as well. Amaris had definitely thought ahead abou

My job’s equivalent to working in a chocolate factory. ‘Karen already knows him, don’t you, darling?’ purred Armina, her arm linked with the willowy Jo’s, both women presenting their bodies as near naked as public appearance allowed, in miniskirts and cropped tops. Spike just sat there without speaking, his booted legs crossed in front of him, his neat tush parked on the seat of his mean machine. He wore faded, ragged, obscenely short cutoffs. Only a skimpy vest covered his upper body, and his muscles bulged, matching the impressive himp in his crutch. His pectorals were crowned by erect nipples on an almost hairless chest turned golden brown by the sun.

Benzo snapped and I blinked. “Armin? He's here?” I asked surprised and Allistair glanced at me, letting go. “You know him?” He asked and I nodded. “He's a guard of my father's of cause I know him, why is he here?” I asked and turned towards benzo. “Is armin Betraying my clan?” I asked and he rolled eyes. “Yeah right, it seems like you didn't grasp the concept of enemy yet, Someone we don't like, someone we hate, someone we can never be friends with!” He explained but I wasn't buying it.

The kind where all the darkness slid underneath the tables, unseen, there, but invisible. I walked in without hesitation, coat slung over one arm, my heels quiet against the marble. Two guards stood at the entrance. They didn’t stop me. They knew my face, even if they’d never said my name aloud. They didn’t even dare to. Xavier was waiting at his desk, sleeves rolled up, the tension in his shoulders barely contained. The Alpha mask he wore during public appearances was gone, this was the real one, the kind whose calm meant danger. And the one who I knew feared for the woman he found himself in love with despite himself… the weakness he had, and the one person who he would want to protect ove