Bolton Got Novels & Stories

Philip breathed a long sigh, as if making a monumental choice. He respected Melody's choices—he would protect her no matter what happened and definitely prevent Christopher from hurting her again. He watched as they disappeared from sight before slowly turning to drive away. - In the drawing room, Jonathan Bolton was sitting on the brown couch. He had his eyes closed, though he was holding onto his cane, which was embedded with an emerald that symbolized his status and authority. "Mr. Bolton, Mr. Christopher has returned with Ms. Nolan," a servant reported respectfully just then.

Monday morning. Brian Bolton stepped out from his Bentley, entering the Bolton Building in downtown San Francisco. It is his first day after he decided to handle his San Francisco office due to the growing market in the Asia-Pacific. He prefers New York City rather than San Francisco, however his business in New York City is doing well and nothing challenging there, leaving him bored sometimes. The East Coast and European market brought billions of dollars to his pocket and made him one of the top young CEOs of Tech-Finance company, the Bolton Enterprise.

Not someone who was innocent and only wanted to help. “No, she’s not.” Scarlett was fired up. “I said get out.” “Scarlett—” Bolton’s mouth tightened in his rage, and his eyes looked like a pair of guns about to fire. He reached for her arm again. She stepped away before he could touch her. “Touch me, and my husband will end your pathetic life.” Bolton didn’t try again, either because he believed her or the conversation wasn’t worth his time. He grabbed me instead. His touch wasn’t merciless like it usually was, but the grip was tight enough that it would be stupid to try to escape it.

Bolton who had been fuming over Laura's repulsive act smiled broadly when he got the credit alert five million dollars. “Wow! This is good,” he told himself and got up. He walked to the Accountant's office and was not surprised to meet the other managers cheering Capt. Graham up for coming up with the idea. “Thank you, so much, Charles. Outsiders would have made so much out of the sales and we would have been left out,” Capt. Bolton pointed out. “That is true, Alex. Thank you, Charles.” “It's my pleasure. It wouldn't have happened if you didn't buy my idea,” the Accountant made clear.

MIRABEL "Mr Bolton." "Mr Jameson." Both men said simultaneously as they shook hands. "I'm glad that you could spare us some time for me. I sincerely appreciate it." Mr Bolton said to Giveon as we all sat down on the table for three. "This is my assistant and she will be jotting down our conversation today making it easy for me to get back to your needs and reach out to you if I'm pleased," Giveon informed Mr Bolton. A smile formed on Mr Bolton's face. "Thank you."

When he felt like his legs could carry him, he slowly stood up and left the meeting room to his private quarters. Bolton sat down gingerly on the bed in his private room, feeling his chest burn up and grudgingly admitted to himself that maybe Charles was right. He would have to go meet him and hear his opinion but first, he had to make a call. Reaching out and picking up his phone, He dialled a number and waited for the person on the other end to answer. "Hello, this is Veta. I just wanted to apologise for the mishap with the last shipment. We'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

Just keep moving. If he follows, I'll deal with it. The voice doesn't come again. I turn the corner. Bolton's office sits at the end of the hall, door half-open, lamp light spilling out. I push inside, closing it soft behind me. Bolton looks up, pen frozen mid-air. He blinks. Doesn't recognize me. Then he does. "Jesus—Declan?" He's on his feet, chair scraping back. "What the hell—"

Chief Dara said. “Why will he even do that?” Maxion said in disbelief “That is the exact same question I've asked myself but I am yet to come up with an answer.” I replied with a sigh. “What are you going to do about that alpha?” Garagan asked. “Well I…” “Permit my interruption Alpha.” Chief Dara interrupted. “But I have news you might be interested in.” He said. “And that is?” I asked. “It's Bolton.” He replied. Hearing that name, it was as if the temperature in the throne room dropped a few degrees with the frosty gazes of Maxion and Garagan being directed at Kagan.

Damon asked also noticing the standing bald man. "There might be. What's with you and bald men?" "Ohh!" Damon said then laughed again. The bald man who had an obvious temper suddenly got irritated and pulled Damon up by his collar, then landed a jaw breaking punch at his lower jaw. Damon sprawled to the ground face flat from the punch. Zach immediately acted on impulse, tackling the bald man to the ground. He punched him repeatedly, but got kicked away on the chest by another guy wearing the same clothe as the person he was punching. But this guy wasn't bald. He then saw 2 other people in the same cloth, walk towards him.