Austin Porter Novels & Stories

Serena called, trying not to laugh as Judith darted just out of reach. From the shaded porch of the beach house, Alexandro leaned against a column, his arms crossed over his chest and a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His dark eyes were locked on the two people who meant the world to him. His wife and his daughter. Nothing else compared. “She looks wonderful,” he murmured to himself, but the words were for Serena. As always, she heard him even across the distance. She turned her head, her chestnut hair catching the sunlight, and smiled at him.

I could hear her message, but I was so lost in her beauty that I couldn't give a reply. "Really??" Hutton raised his brow with a gasp. "That's why Xander and his father, Xavier, wiped away that pack as revenge for putting him in pain from that trap. That's what is written in this letter," she explained and handed the letter to my son, who sneered at her.

Austin said with a guilty tone and apologized, "I'm sorry." "Meanwhile, the big force of cops came to rescue us. As it was demanded by your father. I knelt and shook your father. Aaron was crying in my hand. He smiled at Aaron and placed his blood-crammed hand on Aaron's head and blessed him that he would be safe and healthy. I felt very bad, I called Peter who was also shooting to beat the goons. As Peter carried Aaron, I carried your father but he denied and showed me his pocket," Austin was feeling a lot of pain saying this. "When I inserted my hand in his pocket. I found a wallet. As I opened it there was a photo of the trio of you," he showed and smiled seeing your photo. The man was dy

“I am so sorry. She has never done something like this before, it’s not like her… I’m Remi, glad to meet you both, your names are?” “I’m Sydney Carter, my husband here,” she pauses and gives him a nudge to pay attention. “I’m Benjamin Carter, the old, retired Alpha,” he laughed. His laugh is just like Wyatt’s except it’s an older, wiser laugh, I love seeing how much Wyatt takes after his parents. “Hey, we had some food catered, would you all like to head back and grab a bite?” Wyatt announced to everyone. My parents and grandma came over to me, grandma first spoke, “you did wonderfully dear, do you feel any different?” I giggled, “not with the magical stuff yet grandma, it’s weird though, I

“Yeah, but if the Tulsa team has already approached this guy several times, and he doesn’t want to join them, why would he go with us now?” “I don’t know,” Aaron replied, pushing the door open. “She asked us to try, so we’ll try.” He got out of the car and headed into the establishment, hoping to get this over with rather quickly. It only took him a moment to find the man he was looking for. At six-two and well over two hundred pounds, an unruly mop of dark hair on his head, he was certain the guy in the back with the pool stick in his hand, his mouth running, and a crowd of onlookers surrounding him must be Elliott Sanderson.

He bit his lip lightly, his tongue brushing against that diamond stud as if it were a habit. "No, we're not." Austin quickly became a well-known figure in the rescue team, not just for his wealth and good looks but for always being by my side. He made sure to clear the way for me in every mission. Through wind and rain, even through floods, he waded ahead to test the water for me. Then came a misstep, and it looked like the flood would sweep him away. In a split second, I grabbed the safety line with all my strength. Even as blood soaked through my gloves, I didn't let go.

Austin said and he seemed to reach into the pocket of the clothes he was wearing. Then he handed me a business card. "I don't mean to brag, but I'm sure you've know my name well, Ms. Hart." When I saw his business card, I realized that he was Austin Marsh, one of the most famous makeup artists in New York City. I felt a little embarrassed that I had lost focus earlier. "Ah, sure. Nice to meet you here, Mr. Marsh." "Don't be so formal, just call me Austin." "Okay, Austin," I said awkwardly, but then I saw him smile kindly.

They settled in Austin's private study, a room filled with memories of their friendship, and Austin poured them each a drink. Liam raised an eyebrow. "This is an unexpected change of scenery, my friend. What's this all about?" Austin took a deep breath, knowing that what he was about to reveal could alter the course of their lives. He decided to go straight to the point. He reached into a nearby drawer and retrieved the covered portrait and the folded letter. With a dramatic flair, Austin uncovered the portrait, revealing the exquisite image of Bloom in peaceful slumber. Liam's eyes widened in surprise, and he gasped softly at the sight.

Leonard spoke harshly. "Are you going to support your son?" Gael asked. He was finding it hard to breathe and his heartbeat was off the beat. He was almost suffering from a heart attack. "I will never support that stupid and spoilt brat. If Ashton doesn't come back then I can as well find another pack or I can just become a lone wolf." Leonard said with absolute sincerity. He will never betray Ashton in this lifetime or the next or the next because he knew that he was not just your everyday alpha like Kelly.