Novels by Kaydan

The Wagner's funeral would be televised, which made Anika uneasy. She knew that the fact that Viktoria was now officially with her would not bring about good opinions regarding the adoption. However, Klaus had insisted that showing up and facing the situation would be the best for everyone, not to mention that Viktoria had the right to attend and see her relatives.While getting the girl ready, Anika couldn't help but think that maybe staying away from her would have been the best choice. Even if she wasn't responsible for the Wagner's death, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. After all, if it weren't for her, the Wagners would have returned home, and Viktoria would still be a happy little girl. Even if she didn't know the truth, it was the only way Anika could imagine her daughter being completely happy.She dressed the little girl in the same way Adeline used to, with a black tulle dress and a small bow at her back. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. Anika herself wore a d

Anika's hands trembled uncontrollably as she looked at the small urn in front of her. Her legs gave way completely, a sense of weight settling in her chest, and the pain, raw like that first day, along with the memories, hit her abruptly. She carefully took the urn, it was light, perhaps too light, but she cradled it against her chest as tears fell down her cheeks, and a cry of pain escaped her lips. "My baby," she cried as she kissed the lid of the urn, while memories forcefully invaded her. For years, she had done everything possible to push away the pain, to hide it in the deepest part of her mind, just like the things Mark had done to her, deceiving herself and forcing herself to remember only what was necessary to not lose herself in madness, in the pain that now invaded her. The memory of her little son and what she had suffered to bring him into the world came rushing back. Closing her eyes, she thought of the feeling of holding him in her arms, the adorable laughter she had on

Anika was startled by the sensation of Klaus sliding into bed next to her, all the anxiety and tension she had been feeling for days finally disappearing as she felt the man's arms around her body. "You're back," she said, her eyes filling with tears of relief as she clung tightly to his chest. Klaus looked tired, but he hugged her back tightly. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "It will be now," he assured her, taking a deep breath. "I took care of Gregory, Otto is not happy, but Ryan is somewhat... rational about his brother." "So, he did it? Was it him...?" she asked, swallowing hard, not daring to say the words outright. Klaus ran a hand over his face, the dark bags under his bloodshot eyes were prominent. "My men are searching the hangar right now... Your father fulfilled his part of the deal, and Constantine backed off... I asked Vlad to bring Viktor's ashes here," he added, gently stroking her face. Anika felt a knot in her chest and nodded. "Would you like to know what's in

Klaus got out of the car, furious, pulling Gregory along with him. Vlad and Igor had done their job and had recovered the son of a bitch, who was probably under the influence of something judging by the shitty smile on his bloodied lips. Otto, his brother, was waiting for him in the cellar, clenching his lips as he watched them with a tight jaw. "I told you to control him," Klaus growled, pushing Gregory towards his brother. The younger Urich was battered and had a deranged look on his face, but he stumbled into Otto and fell to the floor, pointing an accusing finger at him and spitting in his direction. "He killed three of my men, sold the damn weapons to the Kasakovs." "Are you crazy?" Otto asked, looking at his brother, his face turning red. Gregory spat. "I only did what you and Ryan refused to do," he complained. "Too scared of the Petrovs to get the money." "Shut the fuck up," Otto growled, hitting his brother in the face and pushing him against the wall, causing him to stum

She had managed to process what had happened; her heart sank immediately at the memory of the Wagners. Even though she had been tempted to permanently keep Viktoria away from them, knowing that her little one would not only have to endure being separated from them but also her death, even if she was too young to truly remember, made her heart ache. To make her daughter suffer so early in life caused her heart to constrict with pain."Klaus?" she asked as she sat up. She was on a couch that seemed vaguely familiar. After leaving the police station, she had tried to get some sleep in the hotel room Klaus had arranged, but it wasn't long before they had to move again. All the movement was mainly exhausting for little Viktoria."Shhh, I'm here," Klaus said as he approached her. They were in a small but comfortable room. Klaus knelt in front of her, with dark circles under his eyes. He wore the same shirt as the day before, though without a tie and unbuttoned. His hair was disheveled. "Are

Klaus left Anika and Viktoria to rest in the room before meeting with Igor. According to his man, all the guards were under investigation, so the unnecessary attention from the police had quickly raised his father's alarms. Mikhail called around five in the morning, sounding angry."What the hell is Constantine doing searching your house?" his father asked with an annoyed shout."Take it easy, I have nothing incriminating in the penthouse," Klaus assured, taking a cigarette from the pack that Igor handed to him. He took a deep drag, grateful for the nicotine to relieve the stress, and sank into the sofa."How the hell did you let this happen?" his father insisted. "Constantine right under our damn noses," he grumbled. "You're lucky the lawyer found a way to get you out of there.""I can handle it," Klaus insisted. "I had nothing to do with this shit... although it's suspiciously convenient. I need Ixander. I'm sure they're watching me. For anything else, Igor and Vlad will go in my pl

Hannah For what seems like an eternity, I pace around the room, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, why had I been kidnapped? What would they want from me? Was there any way my father was really involved? I shake my head, it was ridiculous for my father to do something like that, my father adores me, it would be ridiculous for him to be willing to pay two men to kidnap her and take her to what seemed to be a luxurious hotel... even less if he knew that I had been embarrassed and seen practically naked in front of them, dad would never allow me to be treated that way. I decided to take a shower and actually use the clothes that had been arranged for me in a drawer near the bed, but not before making sure to put a chair against the main door of the room, there was no way for those men to enter again without my consent, while taking a shower to get rid of my makeup, I can't help but cry because the feeling of defeat was completely overwhelming, my big day, completely ruined

MicahHannah looks at my brother in terror, she hasn't acknowledged my presence as I'm perfectly positioned in a corner of the room, watching the scene in front of me while resisting the urge to lean her against the bed and devour that beautiful ass that had put things difficult since Jonah took her out of the trunk, removing the leafy dress that only got in the way in the process of moving the woman, I had not noticed more than the fact that her bare legs would be exposed, I was in a hurry, but damn , once Jonah had lifted her over his shoulder, exposing the woman's round, meaty ass, with a full, clear view of her perfectly shaved cunt…I feel like a son of a bitch for even thinking about it considering how circumstances, but I was definitely tempted to fuck her right there.But now, as shame and fear cover her expression, and tears cover her reddened cheeks, I can't help but feel guilty for putting her in that situation, so I grab a blanket from the drawer to my left, the movement ma

JonahWhen Micah got into the car with the stupid smug look on his face, I fight back the urge to punch him, giving him nothing but an irritated look as I sped the car out of the hotel, parked away from the cameras, in the rare eventuality that his methods failed and one of these was active in the twenty minutes he had scheduled his kidnapping. So it was perfectly within the time stamp, I hadn't seen my brother in years, the last time hadn't exactly been on good terms, but even so, I can't help but repair him.Despite being twins, I couldn't see the resemblance after we first split up in college, we were never completely the same, while Micah was a complete mess and spent most of his youth in the military, I I had dedicated myself to business and multiplied the fortune of our parents as expected of me being the eldest. Even if it was for a few seconds, I always felt it as my responsibility, especially seeing the ruckus my brother had become.Micah had long hair pulled back in a ponyta

HannahI hold back tears of emotion as I look at myself in the mirror, the last thing I wanted was to ruin the perfect makeup, it had taken me two hours, not to mention all the time I had invested in my hair, the dress, the accessories, my bridesmaids, my mother…I can't help but smile like an idiot as emotions take over me, I've always been sentimental, and now, on my wedding day, the day I've been waiting for so long, I can't help but feel overwhelmed, the woman who looks back at me in the mirror seems like a fantasy, I find it hard to believe that it's me.My blonde hair was perfectly styled in waves to the side, framing my face and adorned with tiny diamonds that sparkled with the movement of my head, an expensive little tiara held my veil up, my makeup matched my features perfectly, bringing out my green eyes, making me feel completely beautiful, the dress, which had taken almost six months to make on my own, was exactly as I had imagined it that first day, a corset with a princes