Author Cooper Novels & Stories

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

“The woman is obviously not a child here, and I think that if anyone deserves to know of the bullshit that has been put on her head…” “I beg your pardon?” I asked, and Dean let out a low growl. His beta turned to face him, and shook his head. “Numbers have been put on you for your head,” Viktor said, not caring about Dean’s opinion. I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair. “May I ask who informed you and who is the one who put these numbers?” I asked, and the man looked at his Alpha. “His name is Theodore, he says that he is a messenger…”

This is the reason the guy is one of my top warriors and one of my best friends, and if I didn't have my brothers he would most defiantly be a higher-ranking wolf, and that's not because he's one of my best friends, but because he is one incredible fighter, fiercely loyal and holds incredible morals. Thinking of him being my best friend takes me back to who's in the tunnel. How's Ryan going to react to seeing Adrian again? Maybe I should give him the heads-up. Wait... Cole is down there, and he didn't mention a thing... maybe he didn't reconsider him? Goddess only knows but either way, I can't worry too much about that right now. "Ryan..."

Sadie said, “and I followed you on I*******m.” I tried hard not to giggle. Cooper was a perfectionist when it came to his work. Filming and shooting those collaborative ideas took almost half a day. “Thank you. I’ll follow you back.” “That’s her friend, Cooper Greene,” London said. “Yes. He’s still in college with me. Photography is his passion,” I said proudly, promoting my friend’s work. “I’ll DM if he’s available.” She looked at London and Estelle. “Great job, girls.”

I ask him, raising an eyebrow. "One person only," he replies, handing me a test with a solid 100%. "Kol Cooper," he says, and I study the paper. "Kol Cooper?" I ask him, continuing to peruse the paper. "The youngster everyone assumed was dating Rosalind Hawthorne at some point," he says, and I nod. "Oh, the girl you—" He interrupts me. "I'm just messing with you here," I chuckle. "Yes, you were," he rolls his eyes and focuses squarely on his classroom.

Mona Fields stood beside the woman explaining the ticket process, nodding attentively as she tried to keep up. Today was her first day working at the underground boxing venue, and she had been assigned the role of ticket reviewer. Even saying it out loud sounded ridiculous. A ticket reviewer? It wasn't exactly the job of her dreams, but she needed the extra cash. Her roommate, Flora, had pulled some strings with the manager—her boyfriend—and convinced him to hire Mona. Flora worked here as a sign holder, parading around the ring between rounds in barely-there outfits, flashing a bright smile to the roaring crowd.

"Sit on the couch, Stevens," Magnus says, his voice thick and rough as he pulls his trousers back up. My inner wolf is still trembling from the residual heat of his knot, my core dripping wet against my bare inner thighs. I pull my long leather coat around my shoulders, shielding my chest while I sit down on the edge of the velvet sofa in his private citadel quarters. The bite mark on my shoulder throbbed with a burning, possessive heat—his mark, claiming me as his Moonbound Mate.

"Apologies for the delay, Ms. Cooper. Traffic was a bit heavy. I'm Maverick Watson from the strategic investment department of Marthen Group. "Today, I brought my team for the final negotiations before the acquisition closes. Let's get into it now, shall we?"

"You only assisted with small details? The author list remained visible on the student's phone screen. Leaning closer, he saw that Stewart wasn't the original author. Ross was the name of that person. Not only that, but Ross was also the corresponding author. Stewart came in second. Given that they had all identified PrimeStar as their affiliation, the remaining individuals—third, fourth, and so forth—were most likely engineers from PrimeStar. "The first author is Ross—" Professor Mack said slowly after glancing at the name "Ross" on the page. Vesta, Dalton, Maureen, the Hawkinses, the Spencers—everyone—paused in shock. They were already aware that the PrimeStar team was the source of the do

a juror whispered. I tapped the screen, bringing up the next page. Cooper’s Instagram profile filled the screen. @CooperTheBengal - 52,000 followers. The profile picture was an elegant shot of Cooper in profile, his amber eyes glittering for the camera. “I’m child-free by choice. I have no human children. But I do have a son. My cat-son, Cooper, does have his own social media account,” I said calmly. “With fifty-two thousand followers.”