Ada Calhoun Books Novels & Stories

He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer. Was Shawn remorseful for what he did to me? Did he have such a book because of it? I picked up the single leather-bound volume book, caressing its title and getting lost in emotions. “Get a grip, Calista!” I chided myself and opened the book. My brows furrowed as I didn't find what I had expected to find in its content. This was a report filled with diagrams and detailed schematics of a deal. I felt sick in the stomach when I read through and found all the cruel things Shawn had done for money. He even facilitated an experimental deal in rural areas.

Audience: *cheers* Naomi: another question, please. Audience (3): *stands* are Elena and Calhoun's stories happening at the same time? Naomi: No, they are not. Calhoun story started a bit after Elena's story, probably around the time she had escaped and started working in the Red Queen's restaurant. Bookwise, I'll say Calhoun's story started about a month after Elena's escape. Bear in mind though, that I do not work with time when writing down their journey. I might have written about a week's worth of experience for Elena, and would write a day's worth of experience for Calhoun. Just understand that everything is flowing nicely till they have a meeting point. Are you satisfied with my answe

“This book is written by the Ancient One, my master. He taught me some of the language used here, maybe I could give it a try.” Hearing him, the omega’s face brightened up like a brightly lit lamp. He stood by his side like an obedient disciple and held the glass of water in it. Calhoun held the book wide open in one hand, balancing the heavy book in it while with the other hand he dipped his finger in the water glass and sprinkled some of it while reading the text in his mind. As if on cue, he saw something swirl in front of him, like a cloud of smoke but it was gone before he could even look at it clearly.

We should befriend each other since we are working together as a contractual husband and wife," says Cali. "We are colleagues and not friends," he replied. "Bear that in your mind," he added. He stood up and left Cali. "We are colleagues and not friends. Bear that in your mind," she mimicked him again. She washed the utensils she used before leaving the kitchen. She saw Perci peacefully couching like a potato with his book of Nicholas Sparks. She saw three books under the coffee table. She silently took the first book entitled a Walk to Remember. She went to the bedroom and lay down. She opened the book; the synopsis was there.

Calhoun stood on the balcony as he stared at the city's view. It wasn't really high but it was a good view.The early morning view was magical and wonderful at the same time. It had a calming nature. Today was going to be good and bad for him. He could already feel it.The days were already passing and he hadn't even made a move on Ariana Brown. The woman that filled his thoughts every night. He was unaware of how he was going to get this woman under his fingers. It had come to his knowledge that money wasn't going to woo her.He placed his left hand in his pocket to seek his phone and he found it.The first thing he checked was his G-mail, he refreshed the message and some unimportant message p

She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."

"You were helping him launder money" "Well if you put it that way. It sounds worse than it actually is" "Where is Calhoun getting illegal money that needs laundering." "I don't know, he doesn't tell me everything" "Wrong, you do. You aren't that stupid not to ask. So spill it." I replied pressing the gun harder. "Drugs, he is into drugs" I felt my head spin, as the world suddenly felt drained of colour. "Calhoun is into drug" i asked dumbfounded

"Why haven't I met any of them? Or do you just forget them as easily as you forget the women?" "I do not have a child Jinx...well not that I know of." He muttered the last bit to himself, but I heard it perfectly clear. "Not that you know of?" I repeated, my voice hitting a pitch that probably only the wolves outside could hear. "Oh, that’s comforting. Truly. So there’s just a small army of mini Calhouns running around the continent with brooding eyes and questionable morals?" Calhoun let out a low, vibrating laugh that seemed to rumble right through the floorboards and up into my heels.

Calhoun's POV "Is there such a thing like one person having two mates?" I don't take my seat when I join the elders at the council hall. I just stand beside the power seat. "I'm not so sure of that, Alpha Calhoun," Elder Adolphus is the first to speak up as usual. "It was written in this damned book two centuries ago," Snatching the book from my beta, I throw it at the table with a thud. And for a moment, they exchanged puzzled glances at each other before returning their attention to me.

Heat crawls up my neck, if only he knew how far from reality that assumption is. "I'm sorry," I reply politely. "This is rather urgent." His smile widens knowingly. "I'll leave you two to it." With that, he steps past us toward the elevator and within moments, the doors slide shut behind him. Silence settles once again, Calhoun gestures toward the office, I follow him inside, I finally see where he spends nearly all his days. The office is spacious but surprisingly understated. Shelves lined with neatly organized files cover one wall, while another is filled with books on leadership, law, economics, and pack history and a massive desk dominates the center of the room, buried beneath neatly s