Blaine Kurt Novels & Stories

Lisa pov.. I sat there, watching Drake as he continued to drink, as if I wasn't even in front of him. "So, do you accept my deal?" I asked him. He stopped drinking and stared at me. "I really don't understand what you're trying to say. You want me to do the same process as before? At first, it was easy, but now I think it will be difficult. Dean will never let me go near his Luna, and whatever you're planning, it won't work this time."

This is a common scene in the biggest packs and clans. Kurt Lowell was one of the many direct princes of Silver Crest and when he was still young, he had the dream of becoming the True Alpha that would take over the leadership of Silver crest once the then leader stepped down. But during his travels, Kurt discovered that there was more to being a werewolf, a True Alpha and the leader of a big Clan. Kurt's dream changed. He stepped down from the leadership competitions and Silver Crest's politics. He started traveling the world with his loyal personal wizard, gathering knowledge and allies along the way.

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

"Mom, why?" "Kurt's friend from California broke his leg. It was a skiing accident. From what I heard..." Kurt...my mind searches for Kurts. The company where I work has one who is employed here in New York and also one at our Chicago office, but that wouldn't make sense.

Gavin continued while Kurt was still silent, they were like brothers in exchange before when they were in NYC even when they didn't know Diane because they had become bond like brothers when Kurt entered his first college and know Gavin as his senior "We haven't had a drink like this in a long time too..." Gavin gets a call from Kurt just as Kurt has gone to the State Attorney, confirming a subpoena for his wife. And Gavin agreed that they really had to meet because he knew how rash his wife would be if she really wanted to fight. "I..." Kurt sighed as he didn't know where to start "I can't give up on him Gavin..." Kurt said slowly his voice sounded firm but Gavin could also see the fear on

He tapped on his tablet and handed it over. I glanced at it, scrolling though spreadsheets, reports, personnel files. I could see how Kurt had become so successful. He had a brilliant mind, an ability to set out complex plans in a way that seemed simple and obvious once he’d explained them. “Wow,” I said. “This is… almost overwhelming.” Kurt looked down. “I’ve spent the last thirty years making money, Claire. I’d like to spend the next thirty supporting things that actually matter.” He spoke with a quiet humility that made my suspicions of him seem like the whispers of a paranoid mind.

"I just never thought that…" Kurt was one of the bravest and most ruthless of all of Luke's men. Out of all of them, he had been selected to become Luke's personal bodyguard and had assumed this role for many years. Thus, it was safe to say that Kurt was one of the most outstanding fighters in Sea City. Why did he end up like this? This was why Gwen had hesitated when she first laid eyes on him. She could not believe that the formidable man she once knew would end up vulnerable and homeless.

consistently. “Kind of,” she replied, offering a small shrug. “It’s hard not to be, out here.” He chuckled softly, stepping closer but still maintaining a respectable distance. “I figured. It’s quiet, and you don’t have many around your age to talk to.” “I’ve noticed,” she replied dryly, though not unkindly. “I’m Karl,” he said, nodding slightly. “Serena,” she said, even though he already knew. Her name was no secret here. But saying it aloud felt a little like reclaiming something.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee