Kane Chronicles Bast Novels & Stories

He actually surpassed as an avid lover! "Nope! Never." He said and began to serve the food. Sometimes there was something touching her heart with what Bastie was doing. But she often resents it because she knew the reason why he was doing this. He watched the man as he was busy with what he was doing. The man is Sebastian Antonio, Bastie for short. His hair is shoulder-length and somewhat curly, it matches his sharp nose, narrow lips and somewhat chinky eyes. The man will not be left behind if you are talking about his body. Broad shoulders and she knew what's inside his t-shirt. How many times has she seen his abs in the past outings of their friends? In other words, Bastie is handsome. The

"I followed you from the mansion, I knew you were going to do something about the funeral shooting and I knew you were walking Into trouble. I hid in the cafe beside the bar and followed you with DARK." "What the hell is DARK? I asked. "It's one of the drones I built. That was why I could get to you in time when you got shot. And that was how I got a clear photo of the shooter." "You did what?" I exclaimed. "Yeah, I got his photo and ran him through facial recognition. He's a guy named James Nwosu, private military contractor, working for N.O.V.A." "Why the hell are you just telling me all these now, Micheal?" I asked angrily.

Only someone like this could produce a line of beasts like Mane! Dragon King Bast struggled to collect himself under the suppression. With a strained expression he forced out the words that he wanted to say, “Basileus was right. You truly are the Champion of Kerith,” *Boom* “We meet again, Cronos,” Mane looked at the man sitting before him with a strange expression on his face. It had been so long since the two had met this way; and there was much that he wanted to know. That wasn’t his priority now though. Looking around, Mane was able to see the widespread destruction in his Soul Scape. Everything was pretty much destroyed. He looked to the one who had always been here and asked,

he continued lecturing me. "They turned away; Aira was the only one who glanced at me. I don't want anyone touching her other than me," I defended myself. They were the people Cheska had pointed out earlier while we watched. Aira faced our direction with a tilt, while Ken had his back to us. They took photos, Ken's hand moving from Aira's back to her waist or shoulder. Could I recognize him as his brother? The sun was too bright. Disgusted to see him being touched, I punched him. He retaliated, and even though Aira and Raven tried to separate us, I continued to strike his partner's sister.

I was about to reply to him when my phone rang. "Sophie Kane." "Ms. Kane, Mr. Black wants to see you tonight." The person was using a voice disguise and I was not in the mood for it. "Tell him I don't want to see him." "I don't think he's going to take no for an answer." "Well, that's his problem, not mine." "Well, he said that you'd be stubborn so he's giving you an ultimatum. Join him at the Venice Private Hangar or he'll be joining you at The Organisation."

" I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my throat. The man in the photos was unmistakable. It was my husband, Charles Basset. But the woman standing beside him, the bride—she wasn't me. She was a stranger. A woman I had never seen before, but her face bore a striking resemblance to Henry. My heart raced as I looked closer. The dates on the photos… most of them were taken after Charles and I had already been together. The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. Was Henry really Charles's illegitimate son?

“Twelve mindless killers are loose on the grounds and your brother is missing! This isn’t petty, Ronan, this is war, and you’re refusing to see the enemy standing right beside you at dinner!” “Enough!” The shout didn’t come from Ronan. It came from the doorway. Bastien stood there, leaning heavily against the shattered frame. He was disheveled, a long, angry scratch down one arm, his clothes torn and smeared with dirt and what looked like moss. But he was alive. And his grey eyes were burning with a cold, clean fury. “She’s right,” he said, his voice raw but steady. Ronan spun to face him. “Where in the hell have you been?”

“Where is she? Don’t lie to me and tell me you don’t know. Obviously, you do. Why else would you keep coming around these two packs like you were waiting for something?” “Once again, boy, whatever do you mean? I have no idea what you are talking about.” Cronos said sarcastically. “Do not test me, Uncle. You may be strong as a Titan, but do you want to really go up against a god and see how strong you still are?” With that said, Kane threw a burst of energy towards Cronos, knocking him back onto the porch rail. He stomped forward and grabbed him by the neck once more.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.