Author Wright Novels & Stories

"I take no for an answer. Do you understand?" In a daze, I nodded as his fingers danced deftly. Suddenly, the bald man burst in, swiftly gathering all the papers and laying them out on the table with precision. Jason’s hand retreated away from me, and I could feel the sharp ache of his absence deep within me. But with unwavering determination, I signed every single paper. As I handed it over, he confidently took the document and proclaimed, "You've signed a prenup, which means there’s simply no way you’ll be getting a divorce from me."

“Medical transport was rerouted twenty minutes ago. Someone forged the order with judicial clearance.” Wright. I looked through the open alcove toward the ballroom. The music was still playing. Guests were still laughing. Ava was still at the front table. Then I saw him. Nathan Wright stood near the far entrance in a black tuxedo that fit wrong across his shoulders, as if someone had shoved him into it in a hurry. His hair was disheveled. His face was too pale. One side of his mouth twitched as his gaze tore through the room.

“If you’re going to judge us, do it here.” The Crown opens—not releasing power, but inviting connection. The Hunt responds instantly. Wolves step into a loose formation behind me, not aggressive, not submissive. Present. Midnight hums. The Observers advance one step. Reality tightens. And then—unexpectedly—one of them stumbles. Just a fraction. The others freeze. The stumble ripples outward like a dropped stone, futures rearranging violently. The one who faltered steadies itself, form flickering. “What was that?” Blake whispers.

Wright’s “Uhmm… Mr…” “Mr. WL,” Mr. Wright said calmly but darkly, freeing his arm from my clutch and wrapping it protectively around my waist. “Is there a problem?” His voice rumbled and seemed to fill the space between him and Mr. Vermont. “No. No problem at all,” Mr. Vermont replied, fighting to keep his voice from cracking. “My wife and I just want to know your real name. We are very well known at this party and have good affiliations with all the guests here. WL isn’t a name we are familiar with.”

It's Wright. He walked to the printer. It hummed. He came back with one piece of paper-a copy of an old newspaper article. The writer's name at the top said Daniel Wright. The headline: "The Human Cost of Concrete and Steel." "This," Liam said, holding it out to me. "This is your real legacy. Not their feud. His words. Her bravery. This is what you come from." I took the paper. My fingers shook. I touched the printed name. Daniel Wright. My father. He tried to tell the truth.

Moira’s in the corner, collar on, licking Null off her teeth like it’s dessert. This is new. “Rowan,” Draven says. Wolf, because shifting back costs blood and he’s out. “Feed?” “Dead,” Rowan confirms. “You said cut it. I cut it.” Good. The pack doesn’t need to see this. The puppets stop twenty yards out. Set the stretcher down like the boy’s made of smoke. One of them steps forward. Opens his mouth. Alistair’s voice comes out. “Wren Duskbane. Draven. You beat Null. Congratulations.”

I tell Ric and he excuses himself to talk to his secretary. Suspiciously, I slide the answer icon and I bring the phone to my ears. "Joanna Williams speaking, how may I help you?" "Good morning, Miss Williams." A soft female voice speaks from the other end. "I am Mercy the founder of Women's right association. WRA is an organisation that works to help women that are in abusive marriages and I am reaching out because a friend of mine told me that you might need our help." I stay silent for a long second trying to make out what she just told me.

“I am the Beta of this pack and must lead the pack on the Alpha’s absence…” “Point of correction, Mr Beta,” Ms Jo cut in. She pushed her hair back in an annoying manner and stood straight. “Alpha Arthur is dead…Or no, if you think I am wrong, provide him this minute!” she bashed. “I will not have you stand there and speak bad against the Alpha of this pack!” Dennis growled. His eyes shifted color and he was seconds away from letting his wolf out. If it was the last thing he did before dying, defending his friend and Alpha’s name, then so be it.

I responded to him and smiled slightly, he just nodded at me before motioning me to sit next to him which I immediately did. "I assume everyone here already knows why I called a meeting today. Alpha Blake of Blood Moon pack is here today to pledge his allegiance with the Werewolf Council of America. If there is any objection to Alpha Blake joining this council please stand up and state your reason for objecting Alpha Blake's allegiance." Alpha Kayden said and suddenly the people inside the hall looked around as if they were waiting to see if anyone would stand to protest Alpha Blake's pack joining the Werewolf Council.

The heirs of the Wright empire. Together with all the Wrights and Gabriel Simon they face the board and defend her spot. "All documents are inside the portfolios on your desk. You could verify if you deemed it to be necessary" Gabriel spoke, his eyes drifted around the fifteen people around the huge conference table. "Alexzia Montes-Wright is the legal wife of CEO Lucien Wright and she has the declaration to represent the CEO Wright in any dealings" Gabriel continues while Lexie remains quiet between him and Samantha. For several times she saw Gabriel becomes serious but not deadly serious like he is showing now. He looks like a man of power and anyone could tell the authority he holds.