Barry Allen Novels & Stories

As long as he profited, he had no complaints. Next up is Marc. If Killian had the opportunity to choose among the four individuals, Marc would undoubtedly be his top pick. Marc, an exceptionally compassionate alpha, held a profound concern for the well-being and health of the citizens. He tirelessly implemented numerous regulations that greatly assisted impoverished families and instilled hope in underprivileged children.

Everyone gaped at Kiran in equal bewilderment. Kiran jabbed a finger at Barry on the bed. “In three minutes, the Fabelman family can go home and start planning his funeral.” “What?” Marshall exclaimed. Zenith and Helena blanched and immediately slid their eyes to their son, but his face was still a healthy color. “Impossible!” Zenith roared. “K-Kiran York, just you wait! When I get better, I’ll kill you and make Rain my plaything!” Barry had remained quiet at first after his treatment, but when he heard that he was going to die, he burst out angrily.

I take out my gun and cock it, causing him to freeze in place. "Ah, finally noticed me," I remark, placing a five-dollar bill on the counter. I slip the candy bars into my pocket and sigh. "I don't want to do this, Henry. I genuinely like you and this gas station. I know it has helped your family, especially your son with his treatment. I'm happy for you." Henry turns around with his hands up, visibly nervous. "Mr. Morris, I have the money. I do." "Do you really?" I ask skeptically. "Because if you did, you would have informed me."

Huge, bulky, dangerous looking men filled the bar up in different tables as they all drank and cheered away, his eyes raked through the room and it finally landed on the man he'd been following, the same person he followed down here. He was sitting at one of the tables on the far right end of the room, not drinking anything, just sitting there, as if waiting for someone, he was on his phone. Matteo walked down the two steps in front of him before walking towards the bar, with his eyes subtly watching Van Horne, he hadn't noticed Matteo was watching him. The bartender was a lady, brown hair, wearing a white top and her face was kind of milky, like she'd been working all night.

My body was weak. I feared my heat cycle was here. I fell to the ground. “Oh, look at that. Our heroine just fainted. I hope my buyers enjoy her as much as we did” the announcer sarcastically said with an evil grin. Brago was delighted with what the announcer said. He stood up, ready to have Ara for himself. The armored men started sniffing. “What is that?” “I don’t know. An omega?” “But there is omega around” They turned their attention towards Ara who was still unconscious.

I'll be back for you soon. I ran as fast as I could, and because I knew the routes like I knew the back of my hand, I avoided all the patrols trying to track me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I reached the border. - I, Beta Brady Brown, resign from my beta status and reject Lycan Moon Pach as my pack. I will continue my life as a rogue and return to save my mate and take revenge on all who cross my path. This is my solemn promise.

The chairman who could destroy entire careers with a single phone call or email. The chairman who was clearly not in a forgiving mood. I looked at the time on my computer screen. Few more minutes left until the big reveal. I pulled up my contacts and scrolled through until I found a particular name I was looking for. Detective Barry. An old friend from my college days who'd gone into law enforcement instead of business. We'd stayed in pretty close touch over the years, and he owed me more than a few favors after I'd helped fund a youth community program he'd started in an underprivileged neighborhood.

The moment they saw him, they straightened, their conversations dying instantly. Barry ignored them. His attention was on the man crumpled on the floor, bruised and bloodied. “Tsk, tsk,” Barry muttered, kneeling beside Carrick Depay. He studied him like one might an insect before crushing it underfoot. “You’re a slippery one, I’ll give you that. But you forgot one thing, no one escapes Barry Cooper.” Carrick coughed, tasting blood. “Please… don’t do this.” Barry chuckled, amused by the pathetic plea. “That’s funny.” He turned to his men. “Leave us.”

She smirked, Allen's tiktok live was already having a million views, trending news everywhere and the police were already tracking the location, trying to rescue Alora. "You ruined my family, and you're about to hurt my daughter" Barry yelled, "I'm not your daughter, never call me that!" Alora yelled at him Stacia chuckled, "this is entertaining". She smirked. "Stacia, please let's talk this out". Barry said, she frowned.

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”