Author Cooper 소설 & 이야기

Behind them was a large screen on the wall briefly introducing the specifics of the cooperation, clear and concise. Not far from her sat Joseph Weston, the person in charge of this cooperation from the Weston Group and also its owner.

Going by this logic, Cerys and Cooper must be involved with each other. Otherwise, there was no reason Cooper would bother to help Cerys at all. How else could Cerys manage to access her drafts?

Virginia says. "Just do it." Taylor demanded. "Fine. I, Jackson Cooper, Alpha of the Red Moon pack, reject Taylor Stevenson as my mate and my Luna." I say out loud for everyone to hear. "I, Taylor Stevenson, accept your rejection, Jackson Cooper." Taylor says. And immediately I screamed in pain as I fell to my knees as the mate bond severed and it hurt like hell.

she threatened vehemently. I simply chuckled at her words and took a step back. "Just so you know, my name is Henry, a former beta of the Lycan Pack, and I want you to remember that I am watching you. If you dare do anything stupid to Sierra, I will make sure you regret it all. Not only that, but you will despise everything about yourself and realize that you are not fit to be a Luna, not only in the ghost pack but in every pack," I warned sternly. I walked away as I noticed her growing anger, and before I could turn to the other side, I heard her yell…

Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle. ‘“Girlllllllllllll, did you read the paper miss ma’am was caught red handed by the janitor fucking a client!” Laments Dexter Capri stares at him in confusion….. She said “what are you reporting now? No scratch that, who are you reporting now?” Dexter****

“It can not be possible—” “What's that?” William frowned, interrupting me. “The partnership.” “Why?” His voice was rich in urgency. “Cause she's my ex-girlfriend.” Leo was staring blandly at me. I blinked. I wasn't expecting that. But okay…that was absolutely right. “So?” Thick silence followed William's mocking response. “That's enough reason.” I claimed. “For the record, COOPER CORP is currently investing in LAYNAT , is she not?” He crossed his arms with a superior grimace.

Stella's. Cooper let go of me and we both looked at Owen. Leaving his side, I stood beside my mate and passed him a soft smile before looking back at Cooper. “This is—” “I do know who he is,” Cooper said, cutting me off. I kissed my tongue and glared at him but he only winked back. The nerve of this guy. Right in front of my mate. An alpha for that matter. “Alpha Owen, I'm Cooper Stevenson, beta of Grandiose Apex.”

Settling in a nearby chair, I check for messages from Meera, my fingers scrolling through our thread. But curiosity tugs at me. I glance at Ric to ensure he’s still asleep before opening my browser. I type his name into the search bar: Richard Steward. The results are underwhelming. No social media, no scandals, no detailed history. He’s practically a ghost. I frown, setting the phone down before hesitating. Against my better judgement, I type in another name: Michael Cooper. And then letting out a frustrated breath, I change it to: Michael Cooper Jones.

“Because this day was going way too orderly.” Despite everything—despite the pressure, the pain, the cosmic trial—I bark out a laugh. The ancient presence purrs. I nearly lose my footing. Gravehowl’s presence pulses with unmistakable amusement. Ah. You’ve met the Sleeper. “The what?” I gasp, steadying myself as gravity hiccups sideways. Midnight’s oldest resident, he replies calmly. Predates the Crown. Predates me. Likes jokes. Hates rules. The Arbiter rotates sharply toward the epicenter of the disturbance, sigils flaring violently. ANOMALY EXCEEDS ACCEPTABLE PARAMETERS. TERMINATION—

Not a single transaction in two days. Which meant... she hadn’t used them. At all. Because she didn’t need to. Because maybe... she was with him. That kid. Robert. The damn vet who fixed her damn dog. What the hell was his last name? “Cooper,” I said out loud, the memory hitting me like a slap. From that college event. I remembered now. I picked up my phone and dialed Zane. Zane Cooper, the head surgeon at Saint Xavier’s Hospital. That hospital was just one in a line of hospitals and clinics owned by Eli’s family.