Armitage Hux Novels & Stories

He still didn't respond so I decided to start waking again. "Wait! Don't go." I smiled when I saw him disappeared from the window. I knew he was already running the stairs so I waited. I smiled when I saw him came out of the door. A kid who looks like the same age as me, and as tall as me too, walks out of the house like some prince. "Hi! I'm Arman." "I'm Brix." --------------------------- 75th anniversary of the Higgins Foundation

The man before me stands around 6'2", and is grossly overweight with his stomach peeking out of the bottom of his grease-stained olive green shirt, and judging by the smell and look of his teeth, he could use a few lessons in proper hygiene. Once he's finished taking me in, his demeanor changes. He stands up straighter, pulling his shoulders back, and then tries sucking his gut in. "Something that I can help you with boy?" He asks, his voice now carrying a flirty edge to it, which causes disgust to rip through my entire body at the human that Amaris and Axel were placed with. "Sir," I say with a nod, "I'm looking for Amaris Redding. Is she here?" At the mention of her name, his eyes narrow a

"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."

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

He looked away immediately, acting like he doesn't know me. "Good day, gentlemen."I said, getting up. They both stood up to introduce themselves. "I'm Reg Hassan and this is my partner David Okorie, out apologies for keeping you waiting, at a point we got stucked in the traffic." the unfamiliar one with brown eyes said. "Sure no problem, I'm Chiziterem Obiagwu." I replied, extending my hands for an handshake. "It is a pleasure meeting you." I said in my most profession voice.

My eyes went wide as I saw Armand, but my daughter and her bed were gone. “What happened?” Jax asked as he took a tentative step towards Armand. He looked up with a pained look. “She isn’t back yet..” He said after a moment of silence. Jax pulled the empty chair next to him and sat down. “What happened Armand?” He asked getting informal. Armand stared at him silently before he answered. “She was fine and then she wasn’t. Last I knew the nurse told me a broken rib slipped out of place and punctured her lung, but they had fixed it. She said she would be back in about half an hour..that was 45 minutes ago..”

“He’s using a bucket. I told you I could handle this alone.” “I’ll manage,” Nate grumbled. He’d manage? He’d probably had a shower that morning. Nate and Ian appeared at the bottom of the stairs and stood shoulder to shoulder, examining me. Like they’d get any joy out of that. “Where’s my bread and water? Run out of budget for grocery shopping?” The Armitages were notorious for being one of the brokest-ass werewolf packs in the west. A lot of the pack worked low-paid blue-collar jobs — or had, before the paper mill in the area shut down. Now they were unemployed and living off of odd jobs as handymen or furniture movers, and I was pretty sure they owned a junkyard.