Boone Carlyle Novels & Stories

My own personal Satan in an impeccably tailored suit. Carlisle Brocandale stood six-foot-two, with shoulders built for bearing the weight of his own inflated ego and a face that belonged in one of those men’s magazines – all hard angles and expensive grooming. In another life, I might have found him handsome. I did find him handsome. Once.

Perhaps if my limbs were working well, I would have danced and thrown leaves into the air. "Why did you do that?" I question Cal, as he clambers out after me, kicking the trap door that once concealed me closed. He turns, looking at me. In the light, he is so much more handsome. But something painful and deep set lies within his gaze, and I feel mildly sorry for whoever the woman is that has to crack him. That's why I decide not to question him on who he is. "It's my job. What my boss says, goes." "Who's your boss? Grayson?"

Unbeknownst to Celine, Beaumont Equestrian Center had a dedicated attorney of sorts. It all started when her mom took on a troubled teenager whose mother, Carly, happened to be a freshly minted lawyer. Daniela Beaumont saved Carly’s son from a life of drugs and crime. Through her intervention, she allowed him to change his destiny and he grabbed onto that chance with all of his heart. In exchange, Carly stepped in whenever Mom needed legal help. It happened so infrequently that Celine was not aware of the friendship or the arrangement. Celine was halfway between home and New York City when she got a call from Smith, Carson & Associates Legal Firm.

The lesser people knowing about it, the lesser we’d worry about someone deceiving us and leaking whatever information we got about the Moon Howlers to them. The other man was older, probably in his mid-forties, with slightly gray hair and a tan. Wearing white pants and a collared shirt with a polo player on the breast, he appeared ready to sip a martini at the ninth hole. “Dad, I still can’t believe you decided to just stop by,” Cassandra said, sounding shocked. I sighed, not truly surprised that the man who screamed rich had turned out to be her father. Standing beside him, was a woman whom I instantly recognized as Cassandra’s mother. Cassandra had taken after her mother the most. The same

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

I make my decision and hand over my keys to the valet. The only sure way to fully end the Booty Call is to breach it, if I sleep with Becky then I will have violated a clause in it, thus leading to its termination. I hastily march towards the room number provided by Becky. Most of the employees here know me. Most stop me to enquire if they can grace me with their services or if I am here o see Courtney of Mr.Emerson. I want none of the two to know of my presence in the Hotel. My father has been trying to push Courtney and me together for an alliance of the two families.

"You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with concern. "I mean…your Dad can be the founder and CEO of the great Hunter's Empire, but imagine the feeling of knowing that you turned a billionaire without Daddy's help." With that said, Wade Roberto dismissed Daisy Hunter. As she left, Wade Roberto crossed his legs on the mahogany and smirked. "Daisy Hunter will come around, I'm certain of it." He whispers to himself. Moments later…. Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home.