Author Lowry Novels & Stories

Calla thought for a moment and replied, "Mr. Lowry Senior of Skyrise Group is a household name in Riverford. He's highly respected and devoted to charity. He has funded the construction of many remote schools in Riverford. Plus, he has represented Riverford at the Kalva Congress for many years." Pierre smiled. "Today is Mr. Lowry Senior and his wife's 40th wedding anniversary. Their children are throwing a party for them, and I've received an invitation. However, I'm short of a date, so I was hoping you could accompany me there." Calla was taken aback by this.

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to

she asked, uneasy. I slowly raised my gaze, wishing time would stop. However, all I could do was memorize this moment to give the wolf at least some consolation for the night ahead. Long nights and short days are what await us at the North Pole. Nights like these make me think more of her, of my Lia. “You won’t like to know, so…” I looked her directly in the eyes, noting her fingers slowly sliding down, leaving her arms hanging around that narrow waist and considerably advantageous hips for a shorter woman.

It was painful to be talking like this, but it was the truth. “Something is happening between us, Nolan. You know it. I know it. But every time I start to believe in it… you turn your back on me. You treat me like I’m nothing, like I’m just here to fill the role of your Luna, a name and nothing more.” I said, voicing out my pain. “You treat me like I am nothing more than a duty that you are forced into, despite you showing something different when the two of us are alone. You give me the wrong signals, you look at me and the two of us disconnect and then you turn your back on me.”

Elle dealt with Harmon but she’s still breathing and there is another Academy girl down here that needs dealing with. “Low.” I’m shocked to see Low standing over Harmon’s cold, lifeless body when I get to the bottom of the stairs. He has blood on his hands which he’s wiping off using a little scrap of cloth that has a small flower embroidered in the corner. “Figured you’d be looking after your Luna.” Low shrugs as he tucks the soiled cloth into his jean pocket and turns to face me. I thought he was down here to work out some anger but now I understand that he’s just taking care of a mess while I take care of my mate. He’s just being a good Beta.

"Why didn't anyone notify us in advance?" Sweat broke out on Sophie's forehead. She looked at me. "Lydia, what do we do? I don't know how to write low-level logic code." Victor grabbed my arm so hard his nails dug into my skin. "Lydia Webb, you heard her. Write the underlying logic for Sophie. Hurry!" I shook him off and looked at his anxious face. "The underlying logic is the core of this project. Without months of familiarity, it's impossible to operate. Do you really think she can learn it on the spot?"

How then is he supposed to pass down the power of the Lycan to his successor? Lowell is gone.

There was always surveys being sent out on way to increase revenue, however she was not sure they cared about the people who on the level of dealing with the customers day in and day out opinions. These were not just random suggestions, all site managers would have ballots for items that were frequently requested. At the end of their independent surveys they’d take into consideration the items asked about the most. Capri locked herself in one of her sites offices to respond to emails and formulate game plans for the upcoming quarter. As soon as she turned the chair to sit, Lewis comes hollering. “Boss, you’d better stay in here Leo just pulled into the lot. He came out once and as he approac

"It was... uncalled for." ​Vince snorted, stabbing a piece of grilled chicken with his fork. "Uncalled for? That’s a Tuesday for Luke Cromwell. You’re lucky he only told you to move two steps. Last month, he told a lead designer that their color palette was ‘offensive to the eyes of anyone with an IQ above fifty.’ The guy quit an hour later." ​"He wasn't always like this, was he?" I asked, testing the waters. "Mateo said the accident changed him."

one of the other male rogues stressed and we all nodded in agreement I rubbed my hands together "I'm afraid we'll have to say goodbye at this juncture. I have lots to do but I'll keep my word and contact you through Wesley whenever it's time" Greg nodded "We understand and we'll await to hear from you. Goodbye, Alpha Greyson. Until we meet again" I smiled slightly "Until we meet again" Greg took two retreating steps before he stopped "Oh that reminds me; there is one who will remain loyal to the leader until the very end though. His name is Lowell and he's her right hand man" I nodded slowly, I wasn't surprised to hear that he was the only one who would remain loyal to Eliana