Author Cooper Novels & Stories

Running back to her room, picking her jewelry and putting it around her neck. Zeff had said it to her, but she rarely listened to him for what she thought all the times that he was younger, and he couldn't control her at all. Edon was an Alpha from their father's rival pack, that then he abandoned long ago. He was visiting their place and their neighborhood as their norm to introduce his mate. A Luna whom he believed and strongly spotted to be his mate.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

he whispers and all thoughts of Jenson fade. “Blair.” I mutter back, surprised by my own reaction. Though I couldn’t say Kitson because he would be on to me. “Blair Everwood.” I hadn’t used that name in years and it felt so weird coming from my own tongue. “Nice to meet you, Blair Everwood.” He smiles at me, showing me a dazzling set of perfectly straight white teeth. “I’m Cooper. Cooper Ash, but everyone calls me Coop.” “You can’t do anything.” I mutter as my heart races.

He glanced back at Eric and whispered, "There's a piece of the puzzle that might fit with Eric. I'm not totally sure yet. "The Black Maple Master you're after...might just be a Cooper too."

He looked like a government agent but I had no reason to run from the government, except the fact that I did not have any means of identification on me, considering how unplanned my escape was. "Mr...?" He asked as soon as I sat in the chair right next to him. My wolf felt uncomfortable instantly. His presence disturbed Axle greatly and I knew better than to disregard my wolf's keen senses. "Xavier!" My reply came after a little hesitation. He took off the shades to reveal thick, green eyes. I understood why he wore his shades now. His eyes were not real, they were contacts hiding an uncomfortable fact- he was blind. He stretched out his hand to me, to the exact spot at the exact distance he

Jamieson Cooper was the Consigliere of the New York family, he was also Damien's childhood friend and they were really close. Don Minatozaki was in a serious conversation with a man whose back was turned to us but the conversation was stopped due to our presence. "Oh My, Don Genovese, it's a pleasure to have you here" He says as he stepped around the other man he was talking to, who also turned and I was met with that familiar grey eyes. Jamieson Cooper. That was the name of the third person on my hit list. It's a pity that such a beautiful name belongs to a villain like him.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Ten minutes later, the heavy oak double doors click open again. Cooper walks in carrying two ceramic mugs. The steam smells like dried pine needles and bitter peppermint. He sets one mug on the corner of my desk and slides into the low leather couch across from me. He looks at the stack of unread intelligence reports by my elbow. The corner of his mouth pulls upward, but his eyes stay sharp, tracking the way my shoulders are locked tight. "You look like you want to murder someone," Cooper says. He takes a slow sip of his tea. "Did Axton give you the numbers from the docks?"

HARDIN I recognized the man the first time I skimmed through the video. I’ve seen him in several photographs accompanying industry profiles. His name is Hugh Anderson. The co-founder of Speak, Manhattan, and the one man who still wields enough influence over the blog to determine who rises through its ranks. Dressed only in a red garter belt and a matching bra, Pauline’s face is twisted in unmistakable pleasure as Hugh works on her pussy with his fingers while simultaneously mouthing her nipples through her bra.

“Mrs. Blackthorn, I’ve forwarded the updated partnership terms. Let’s discuss them in person. I’d also like to introduce you to my associate who’ll help coordinate the logistics. I believe that adding that should be a better way to spread your fashion lines worldwide a little faster. -Lorenzo D’Amaris.” I read it twice. The language was professional, but it was the tone that caught me, personal, too personal. He’d only met me once, yet the phrasing carried a strange familiarity, like a conversation that had already started without me. I was still thinking about it when my assistant poked her head in. “Luna, there’s someone here to see you.” “Who?” “He said his name was Mr. D’Amaris.”