Arnold Cunningham Novels & Stories

I shouted, looking at him intently. "Ms. Kim Ahri Gaumond, I'm not making fun of you. You know what it is," he replied bluntly.

Chase stated and I nodded in obeisance. “What was your question?” I asked. “Do you know Arnold? He is the head of all hockey referees in the country,” Chase asked. I recalled immediately that that was the man he had been sending lots of emails to, but I didn’t say anything about it because I wasn’t even supposed to know in the first place. “No, I don’t,” I answered. “He is average in height, keeps a stern face, and his hair is dark brown, and no beard,” Chase hastily described. “Keep an eye out for him,” he added.

The cunning family owns A and C co-operation company which is a wood manufacturer. Its run by Andrew's son Diego Cunning. He is the CEO of the company. Unlike his father Andrew, Diego is a good man and he hates his father to the boot. The A and C company participated in a bidding competition that was hosted by the giant Morrison group. As the Morrisons owns a construction company, they are in constant need of good quality wood. Asher heard about A and C that values quality. So he decided to try it. Asher and Aria went to sign a contract with them.

Ravens pov Man that was the hottest thing I have ever seen, not to mention the beauty of the woman in front of me, I have been around a lot of gorgeous woman in my life and even fucked a lot of them but none of them came close to this woman. She just turned around like nothing happened and sat down to put her knee high black boots on, like it was the most natural thing to happen. The same guards as before came in again and just shook their heads at the rouge, showing no signs of sympathy for the man dying on the cell floor. "Now how did we know that was going to happen" he chuckled and ordered one of the other guards to take the rouge out of the dungeon, he waited until the hallway was clear

his eyes big out of his head and I smirk down at the struggling weakling ware who can't even fucking shift. 'Now to get home to my future husband' Niro says, bringing a smile to my face. Learning Harper's hybrid cam as a complete surprise, but it makes sense in a way. His love of nature and sense of smell, he can tell who's coming before i can. The more I think about it the more I start to realize how when ever we would argue and fight the room would go from smelling like soft lavender and honey to cinnamon and earthy pine, or when he's happy like we was when we came home and I showed him our room he smelled of warm vanilla.

He turned and stormed out, the guards locking the door behind him with extra force, as if scared that even the bars weren’t enough to hold what I had become. Alone again, I leaned back against the wall, every nerve screaming in agony. But I smiled—slowly, painfully, but genuinely. Because what Harry didn’t know, what he couldn’t possibly anticipate, was that the storm was already moving. My capture would not end the war. It would ignite it. And in the distance—far beyond the walls of the dungeon, beyond the twisted forests of Deadly Fang, beyond the reach of Harry’s illusions—Ariel had already begun her descent into Moon Hound territory.

Every single person in the room, including the older lords and Alphas, bowed deeply in respect. The Prince stood tall and imposing, wearing a midnight-blue doublet woven with intricate silver thread. A heavy cloak of pristine white fur cascaded from his broad shoulders, secured at his throat by a massive sapphire brooch shaped like a roaring wolf and moon. Gold embroidery traced his sleeves, demanding authority. He walked down the line, inspecting each woman. I was the very last one. When his sharp eyes finally locked onto me, a sudden, primal roar echoed deep within my core. It was an intense, overwhelming sensation.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

He places his hand inside his left jacket, taking out his reading glasses and placing them back on his face. He makes his way inside the building towards his dorm. At the entrance to his stairway awaits his childhood friend Brandon. A young boy who is the total opposite of his. Brandon is known by most people. He's popular and outgoing. Dark brown hair and toned fair-skinned, with a sculpted body he likes to show off. Although Russell is in better shape than he is, and could probably kick his ass in an instant. But no one knows of Russell's hidden talent and a favorite hobby of illegal underground cage fighting.