40s Bucky Novels & Stories

Buck McKay, her sister’s brother-in-law. Sometimes India forgot Buck and Kade were identical twins because their personalities were so different. Heck, to her, they didn’t even look that much alike. In the last year, Buck had grown a soul patch and shaved his hair to stubble. Good thing the man had a gorgeous skull. He had a gorgeous everything. Not as gorgeous as Colt. Dammit. She was trying not to obsess about him. Buck opened his arms in welcome and she hugged him. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Buck.”

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

He could not believe that Bucky was admiring a lowlife like Adrian. "His skin color is different from ours!" Jonathan thundered. "So what?" Bucky did not care and got down on his knees. "My life is yours to command from now on, sir." Adrian was surprised. He barely knew Bucky and had hardly spoken to him, yet Bucky was willing to acknowledge him as his superior. "You won’t gain anything from having me as your superior. I have neither background nor status, only bravery,” Adrian said. "Not a problem!" Bucky looked up. In a serious tone, he continued, "I've always been a wanderer and not from any of the Four Great Factions. Now that I've finally found myself someone to rely on, I will follow y

What if he misunderstood this too. I broke the hug. "Sir, she's Elena, my…" Elena looked at me like what will I say? "My friend, Sir." "Elena, He's Buck Hart, the Managing director." "You can call me Bucky." "Your name is so cute, Bucky." "Finally I met Nick's girlfriend." "Huh?" "Buck! About the project, they said you have to contact them for further details." "Did they?" "Yes. It's better you call them now."

"Peyton, you're so selfish. It's always about YOU." "Yeah, we're a team. Melvin said you're the fittest one here. You can handle it." The cold burned my lungs, but their words cut deeper. I yanked up my pant leg, showing my ankles—already bruised and turning purple. "Are you blind? My feet are frostbitten. Still think I'm being dramatic?" Silence. Total dead air. Except Sally, still curled in Melvin's arms. "So what if they are?" Melvin said. "Doesn't mean the world owes you anything."

“Sort of contract jobs. Not much but it pays the bills.” Zach silently did not believe him. He knew there is something behind that cool demeanor and he means to find that out. “I didn’t get your last name,” he commented patiently. “Walters didn’t mention it.” “I didn’t,” Alex piped in softly. She looked at Zach, straight in the eye. “He’s last name is Buckworth. He’s the Bucky that’s been calling on my phone, sir.” “You always loved that name for me, do you, sweetheart?” Damon drawled, smiling down at her.

I can’t even bring myself to watch Jay change, let alone anyone else. A little while goes by before Bucky sticks his head out of the cabin again and calls us in to join him. The man himself seems as young as we are, though his eyes have this aged wisdom held within those forest green eyes. I speculate just how old Bucky is. With how young he looks, I wouldn’t have believed him to be as old as he is, had Jeremiah not told me so himself.

Bucky didn't want to stand there and talk nonsense to Noble: "You can play however you want, but Alina is not someone you can casually joke with. You tease Alina to get revenge on me, Noble, you are too childish." Hearing his words, Noble burst out laughing, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, although he was smiling, his eyes were cold, sarcastically asking a seemingly unrelated question: "Bucky, you are thirty years old this year, right?" "So what?" The same age, he was older, so Noble was younger? "You are already thirty years old, why are you still so naive, thinking that I am still playing the same old game, my pursuit of Alina, from beginning to end, has nothing to do with you."