Barney Calhoun Novels & Stories

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

After sitting for a while, she could feel her appetite return and she went to eat her food. Calhoun left Maryanne alone and the moment he left her room, his face became cold. His servants were used to not seeing him smile so it was nothing to them. Perhaps because Maryanne's first encounter with him was with a smiling version of him, she thinks he is as soft as he claims. He walked over to the meeting room in the pack house. His Beta and his other subordinates were there. He sat down before them. "Calhoun, how is it going with her?" Timothy asked.

Calhoun turned around to look at Dominic, “I guess, I might start getting accustomed to how things operate in a society after all. I have been a wanderer all my life.” At that moment, Dominic received a call on his phone so he flipped it open. “Sure, now please change into something decent from these, I’ll be back in some time.” He pointed at the clothes and ran out of the mansion. Calhoun rubbed his temple and let out a sigh, “Oh Lord, why do I have to dress up like a teenager going to some ball.” Despite him not keeping in touch with humanity in recent years, he had been a part of them when kings and queens used to reign the earth before democracy set in. So, he did get some references tha

Baylor POV “Come on Baylor, those dishes aren’t going to do themselves” Kenneth shouted from the grill area. I can tell you, I fucking loathe doing dishes. But I digress, when you’re 15 and not technically of legal age to work, eleven dollars an hour doing dishes isn’t the worst I could be doing. “Listen big guy, I am going as fast as I can, it’s Mother’s Day and this dive is packed” I shouted back. Kenneth is my best friend and has been as far back as I can remember. We lived in Monroeville together and managed to escape from there two years ago and have never looked back. Monroeville is an orphanage in Boston that I had lived in since I was two when my parents died in a car crash. Apparent

his body, then walked away. Calhoun was a diamond that everybody would be lucky to have, either male or female. It was just a golden opportunity to be with a god like him.He came down from the treadmill and grabbed the protein shake, he gulped down half of it.He went ahead to lift the weights he had, the process took him up to half an hour. By the time he was done it was already ten in the morning.Today, he had a board meeting and a meeting with the owner of the Brentwood industry.He despised meetings with female owners because they always find a way to push themselves on him.Calhoun walked to the title and had his bath. The chef had already dropped a message that breakfast was ready.He dre

"It's just you. Don't you want to get some food? I'm not feeling too well and I need to eat before taking any painkillers." "Sure." He got up leaving me alone with Callum and Noah. "Sorry for shooting you." Callum actually laughed, "You scared the crap out of me. I thought you were going to blow my head off." "So did I," I responded honestly. Noah glanced behind me, "Barney is as crooked as they come. That's why I didn't trust him that day he set up the meeting." I narrowed my eyes at him, "And you're such a trustworthy source."

The minister said. At last, they are listening to me. “But I am a relative in whom my Father has the right to the throne but he died,” Calhoun said, looking at the minister. He actually had so much confidence that he was going to win today. “You know Alpha Marcus is the rightful heir to the throne. Your father covets it and that is why he caused his own death” the council member said and Calhoun chuckled darkly.

The unique circumstances compelled him to act cautiously and resist Carol's usual sway over him. Chief Barney's tone startled Carol, and she frowned annoyedly. In their many years of doing business together, never had the chief been this disrespectful to her, raising his voice. "Excuse me," Carol replied, her surprise turning into a subtle edge of resentment. How dare this man talk to her this way? Was he out of his mind, did he forget who she was? "You don't have the authority here, lady, so I suggest you leave," Chief Barney bluntly and firmly made it clear to her.

But Sir Calhoun shook his head stubbornly and said, “General, I must bring my lady to the temple first. It is her wedding day. I gave my prince my word that I would take her there myself. The matters of state shall not harm her.” My throat closed as tears filled my eyes. This man, older than all of us, wounded and exhausted, still thought of my happiness before his life. “Sir Calhoun, you are injured. Your condition will worsen,” the General insisted. “This old wolf will not die from scratches,” Sir Calhoun replied. “I have lived through far worse.” I whispered, “Thank you…” even though I wanted to hug him tightly, but he was covered in blood and I was in a white gown that, somehow, had rema

He waited impatiently for the Skype call to connect. He had already spoken to Abby and Becky earlier, but he’d told Becky he would call back. He needed to talk to her and make sure she was okay. He was still seething over the whole Adam debacle and he had taken great relish in reading the preliminary reports his team had assembled for him. On the surface, the guy’s company looked solid, but Barry had a gut feeling that there was something lurking underneath that wouldn’t bode well for Mr. Calhoun. This was why Barry was known as a shark; he could scent blood in the water, and there was just something about Calhoun’s holdings that tweaked his senses.