Boone Carlyle Novels & Stories

There were claw marks across the side of his neck. Not animal. Too clean. “What attacked you?” His eyes found hers. Terror widened them. “They wear bone.” The fire cracked sharply. Nobody moved. Lyra’s blood chilled. Blackreach. Already. Too fast. The Bone Crown pulsed against her skull. North. Waiting. Cassian stepped toward the broken archway where snow blew through the collapsed roof. “How far?” “An hour behind me.” Another horn blast rolled down the mountain. Closer now. Lucien swore.

When Corinne saw Caroline's sincere expression, she couldn't help but think about what Sarah had mentioned—that Caroline was actually quite gullible. If she were smart, why would she leave someone of high standing like Eddy for a poor boy? Before this, Corinne would never have believed it. But if Caroline really was that gullible, how did she revive a doomed business and turn it into one of the top four companies in Easton? On top of that, she had achieved it all by herself.

However, after the first few times of seeing the familiar man, she'd come to master the art of ignoring his presence as much as she could—that was until he'd repeatedly specifically request for her instead of relaying his needs to the available or nearest flight attendant to him. Nevertheless, it was safe to say that she and this man had become quite famous amongst the cabin and even cockpit crew, and it didn't help matters that said man had to be Gabriel Nicholas Reid; one of the most eligible bachelors in all of Canada and the billionaire CEO of the nationally and internationally recognized real estate company, Reil Co. And not to forget: her best friend's ex-boyfriend and a man she'd had

“Simple and believable.” Chase shakes his head. “Too boring. He needs something that sounds like it belongs.” “Knox Carrington,” Finley says. “Third son of the Carrington estate. Tragic past. High cheekbones. Impeccable taste in toast.” Theo snorts. “Okay, settle down, Downton Abbey.” “I was trying to add depth,” Finley teases. “I’m writing down Taylor for now,” Deacon interrupts. “Unless someone gives me a better, realistic option.”

I argued. He smiled and nodded. "I'm afraid your brother isn't who you thought he was," he said. "When he learned the truth, he couldn't help but want what we had to offer." "What truth?" I asked him. He looked at me dead in the eyes. "That your grandfather isn't Otto Müller," he said. "His real name is Wilhelm Goebel. He was the European aid to Cain's father. Your grandfather was a very powerful Lycanthrope with a lot of an influence."

Kylan, Rayan, and the others frowned when they saw the bald man, but they didn’t say a word about it either. Harvey instinctively stood in front of Xynthia as he casually sipped his water. Cason kept changing expressions before finally forcing out a smile. “Mr. Boone! I was wondering why everything has been going my way today! “I didn’t think that you’d grace us with your presence! “Don’t worry! I haven’t forgotten. I was planning to bring a few to you!” Despite his bright smile, cold sweat dripped down Cason’s back. The man, Boone Jackson, was a coal tycoon of the country’s prefecture. He had an abundance of money, and he loved investing in movies.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.

Emily Warner “Oh my god! Who is sending these flowers?” My mom asks as a huge beautiful pink and red bouquet is delivered at my door, Carter sneakily removes the note from the bouquet before my mom could see it and hands it to be. How does he do it so smoothly, I would have tripped like ten times trying to be slick? “That’s from me, I like sending Emily flowers out of nowhere.” He gives my mom, one of his heart melting smile as she says aw and buys his story.