Austin Porter Novels & Stories

he began, his voice steady but with a hint of something Camilla couldn't quite place, "what was Peter reporting about just now?" Camilla waved a hand dismissively, her tone casual. "Oh, nothing serious. Just a rogue intruder he had to deal with. Nothing for you to worry about." Asher's eyes lingered on his mother for a moment longer, as if trying to read between the lines. He then looked away, his expression growing distant. "I went to the Crescentmoon pack today," he said quietly.

I bit my lip when he got up from the couch to take off his clothes desperately, and I took advantage of ogling it at every garment he took off, knowing what would come when he was completely naked. “What the hell...?” My eyes widened at the sight of a tattoo on his chest. It wasn't just any tattoo, of course. On his left chest there was an A written in cursive letter and inside the letter I could see a landscape. "I wanted to take your memory with me, Abbie,” he explained, kneeling naked between my legs, "I always wanted to remember the first moment we met." “Is it the island?” I asked looking at it closely; I liked how incredible the blue sky, palm trees and sand looked. It was as if the A

“We belong to the biggest pack now, and I am going to work my tail off. Who knows, maybe I will get a chance to talk directly to Alpha Grant himself.” Austin looks at my quiet face and pulls out his phone fast. He taps the screen a few times and turns it right toward my eyes. “Do not tell me you never saw a picture of Grant Walker, the biggest boss of the West Coast. You are way too calm about this, Mars! Look at him! This is Grant. He is so handsome, right? Even as a guy wolf, I can tell he is a total knockout! His face looks even better than Lane, and Lane is a real heartthrob!”

Each swig, I thought about when Trevor grabbed my hands like he meant to say something genuine to me. “You held me like you were about to lose me but you didn't want to.” I pouted till tears filled my eyes. “He's gone forever. He's gone with her.” I hit someone's back and when I turned, it's Austin. I remember him. Some hockey guy from Elliot's team. “Hey, you're cute.” I giggled. “You look amazing tonight.” He said back and offered me a vape. I hit it without thinking or asking what's in it.

Chapter 4: Awkwardness Thy Name Is Porter Outside The Main Building, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... First impressions had been the damnedest thing as Porter Fulton found himself moving about the vast campus of his new school still as clueless as he'd been during his first arrival. He had been walking quite a bit before running into an apparent student aid making her rounds along the campus happily assisting lost students and new students alike. She'd been quite the artistic type given that she seemed to favor her dark tie-dye shirt and blue streaks that lined her dark locks. She had green eyes when seen up close and looked to be about Porter's age despite her vast expe

he said, making me frown in confusion. “Artur was originally from the Volkov family. His mom ran away with him as a child, and seeing as his father followed them, wanting to kill them, dad took them both under his wing” Alexei said, entering the room. Artur took a step back and smiled, nodding at Alexei. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Scarlett” he said, looking me in the eye. “The pleasure is mine, thank you” I said, nodding at him. He walked out of the room, not saying a word as Alexei approached me, his eyes studying my expression, almost frightened, before he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Let’s get this meeting underway someplace else. Do you have another person you can call so you’re not alone and surrounded by Bratva men?” Vicente chuckles. “It’s just me and don’t worry, Bratva wolves do not scare me since I grew up with a demon for a father,” he says and takes my hand, squeezing it firmly. I decide then that I like this man, so I tell Viktor to take Alexei home while I walk with him to The Slip a few doors down. My clothing has burned to shit; my dress shirt and suit pants are all tattered, my hair singed and soot all over my fucking face.

Its strength surpassed that of the scent of blood, and was stronger than the expensive cologne he wore, that even now I could smell. “Apologize to your Luna.” When Asher spoke his voice resembled the endless pit I had seen in his eyes, the very one I somehow chased away using magic. His hair wasn’t even disheveled from the fight—his heart rate barely elevated. His spine was made of pure steel, as rigid and unbreakable as his stance. Clint Armstrong sucked in a deep, shaky breath and spat a wad of saliva and blood at my feet.

And fate won´t stop playing with me this morning, because when I opened my locker a paper fell down. "Hey lovely, hope your feeling better after I hit you yesterday with the ball. One of my friends knew your lockernumber and I remembered that we didn´t exchanged numbers, so here you go. My number is 574XXXXX, I would like to hear from you and hopefully we can meet again. Please don´t feel shy to contact me, your pretty cute. Love, Austin." Thats what the note says. While I´m standing there, suddenly a hand placed itself on my shoulder. Startled I spined around and looked into huge smug grin.

"I want you to set a press conference for me. I have an important news to pass." ✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘ Austin placed the finishing touch on the portrait, with a lovely sigh he stared at the portrait with satisfaction. He wished he could show his portrait to the world to see, but sadly he isn't one to against his father. He sighed getting up from the stool. Walked out of the room, locked the door behind him and head straight to the sitting room. He took the remote and out on the TV. His eyes bulged out in shock, staring at the person on the TV.