Arnold Cunningham Novels & Stories

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

This is really awkward yet feels romantic! **** Stephanie c, if you're reading this, sorry girl. Actually, I don't check comments in the middle of my book's chapter and you know we don't even get notifications. But when I read your comment on my book innocence part 01, I realised that you should know now. That the character's full name was Christian Daud. They weren't different. I know this is just too late. But I had no other way. Sorry :')

RUBY. “What's going on here?” I turned to see the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on enter the hall. Dressed in a gray shirt and black pants, his short blond hair was slicked back, accentuating his striking aquamarine eyes. His presence exuded power, and without a word spoken, I knew exactly who he was: Kael, Alpha Frederick's only son. I had seen numerous pictures of him, but his physical presence was far more captivating than I had ever imagined. Kael had been away from home for four years, dedicated to learning and studying how to lead a pack.

- I asked, trying to show authority. - Well, well, I'm just passing through. I've been coming here for many years to drink water. I know a secret passage, and the border guards never catch me. I saw you were crying. Don't you want to blurt out with this rogue? I will not judge you. What did I have to lose? - Everyone hates me in the pack, and my uncle can only pick me up within three weeks. - What's your name, little Wolf? - I'm Angel Carson Brown, son of Beta Brady Brown and Mary Carson.

And I’ll admit she’s pretty with her wavy brown hair that she currently has pulled back into a high ponytail and her warm brown eyes. “I’m assisting Duncan today with training. I was told you would be in our werewolf session this afternoon. I thought I would give you the heads up. Jenna plans to challenge you,” Holly sighed. “Someone wants to challenge her? Are they dumb? Aurelia took down Jillian, and that’s psycho Siegfried,” Alex scoffed.

It was more from a being which was supposed to be extinct. A creature which shouldn't be alive and seen more as a myth. He was glad he was able to reach Trevor on time before he was killed because if the DNA matched what he wanted and also, the scan he wanted to perform, he'd even be more famous. As he strode into the room, he glared at a lab technician, Harry, as he stood by the doorway. "Take that handcuffs off him!" "I-I thought..." Harry stammered. "He's an intern." A brunette, Marie said as she stepped into the room.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.