Bryan Hathaway Novels & Stories

while tilting his head. The girl who came to help me tried to hold back her laughter. Dane glanced at her questionably. “Got something to add Kendra?” “Catrina is a lying bitch,” Kendra unveiled. “Fuck you!” Catrina snapped back. Dane looked at all of us before settling his gaze on me. “New girl, what happened?” I tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall over my eye, and replied, “Nothing, sir.” Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!”

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

"You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!" The grip on my shoulder tightened painfully, crushing my still-healing body. "Take your hand off me!" I snapped, fighting against the Beta's strength. Suddenly, a shiny modern silver car pulled up, with Damon driving and Cassandra looking victorious and jealous beside him. The windows were rolled down. Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she said, "Damon, look! It is the poor Omega! I guess she is still obsessed with you even after all this time." Damon turned to me. His face was cold, and fishy. The sight of him, the memory

Roselyn POV The room felt different from the battlefield we had just left. No collapsing structures. No flickering systems. No invisible pressure trying to define me. Just screens. Data. Reality. And war—of a different kind. The Setup Bryan stood in front of a large display, fingers moving quickly across the interface. Lines of information filled the screen. Accounts. Companies. Transactions. All connected by one name. Ethan Blake. “You weren’t wrong,” Bryan said, focused. “He’s been moving money through at least six shell companies.”

I muttered to myself, something to console myself with. I stood and crossed to the window, looking outside and imagine what Bryan would do when he finds out she is Christiana Salazar, the daughter of Giveon Salazar. The meeting with Bryan replayed in my head like a scene I couldn’t rewind out of. I had done a good job I know, I saw It in his expression and countenance. He was going to dig. I knew the kind of man he is. I had handed him a thread, and Bryan Adams wouldn’t let go of a thread until he sees the end of it.

Bryar asked while Bryan ran towards the men standing by the black car. “Yes, baby.” “They look so scary.” She said and held her mother's hand, Blakeley smiled and held her hand firmly. “Hi, I’m Bryan.” Bryan said with a smile stretching his hand to one of the men standing by the car. The man bowed to him and Blakeley chuckled as she got closer to them. “Mum, why did he bow?” Bryan asked. “Because he works for you.” She replied and entered the car with Bryar, Bryan smiled at the man before joining them inside the car.

Her smile downed, she loved Bryan so much, but she always felt guilt eat her up, knowing she wouldn't be giving him her first. "Did he get the gown also?" She directed the question at her mother, knowing very well she would have known the content in all the box. "No, Bryan said he hasn't found the perfect one yet, and I get it, crazy outfit everywhere now." MEXICO »» Standing on a rooftop of a very tall building, was the brutally handsome Cruz Hayes, his calm demeanour, akin to that of a king, as he exuded a bone-chilling aura. His tall frame leaned on the rail, watching the world beneath him that morning.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled embarrased and covered my head with the pillow as I got a reply from Bryan. 📥 You better be ready then, Because you might not be able to take me in"