Bryan Hathaway Novels & Stories

One thing that Lincoln shares with me that pick my interest is when he tells me about the Trojan War. "Hey, Michael, what the hell is happening?" Lincoln asked me again causing me to snap out of my thoughts. "We're going to the Downtown Abbey, Lincoln. Elena did a locator spell and it points us to the Downtown Abbey, it's where one of the Raven brothers is hiding." I replied to Lincoln causing him to frown at me.

I want to kill him right then. "Letty." I hear a familiar voice and I turn around, taking my angry eyes off of Jasper who is clearly trying to provoke me... and land them on Bryan, who is standing in front of me, in an almost see-through white shirt, which really fits his body well.... There really is a reason why Bryan is considered one of the hottest guys in college. He's tall, has a defined jaw and captivating green eyes. Plus, there's a bit of a beard threatening to grow on his usually smooth face... I'm sure it'll be an added charm because, as much as I hate to admit it, he's really good looking.

It’s just that I want him to think highly of me and leave a good impression. ‘Who’s Yorrick Hathaway? He’s the son of a tycoon in Yaramoor, who is way superior to those men that I’ve managed to approach so far. He is not married and has no official girlfriend either. He only has dozens of lovers all over the world. He’ll always be accompanied by someone different whenever he travels to a country.

"It's not the Swann Corporation. It's a variety show. Catherine went on as a guest for this show. Is she trying to make a debut?" Bryan was taken aback. "Wait, what? A variety show? Debut? What the heck is this?" said he inwardly. On the computer, his game character just got rescued. And because he was standing stiff in one place, he got shot down again. Bryan heard his teammate cursing in the earphones. "Bryan! What the heck are you doing? Why are you standing still? You're just a sitting target, you know?" Bryan didn't give a damn. He simply turned off his computer and walked away with his phone, looking super serious.

He stopped in front of me, his arms crossed, his head tilted as he studied me. “You know, this garden is usually reserved for sulking Alphas and brooding warriors. Not elegant women with death glares like yours.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. “And I do have a life outside of being a beta. I don't know how things went where you come from, but that's not how things go here.” “Then I guess you should leave,” I said simply. “I had a life where I came from. One that you are not going to understand.”

Hera's gaze landed on Thomas, who looked both amazed and a bit scruffy with his five o'clock shadow. "What’s going on here?" Hera asked, running her fingers along her own jaw to point out the beard he had grown since their last meeting. He reached up to scratch at it. "I usually let it grow when I’m not... traveling." It had a certain charm, but she quickly pushed that thought aside. "I guess some people dig that whole Brad Pitt vibe." "Who’s Brad Pitt?" Thomas replied, looking genuinely confused.

And now to our surprise for today, a certain someone has come to show us how much that person cherises his beloved and wants to do it on national television" saying that, a door opened and he entered in all his glory.. Bryan. He was dressed in a white suit and his hair was styled perfectly making him look extra handsome and dashing. As he took slow strides towards Ava, a displeased look appeared on her face. Why was he here and what stunt was he trying to pull now? " Please welcome Mr Bryan Whyte" Beatrice announced and once again the whole studio erupted in another round of applause while the comments online were pouring in. " Oh my gosh, this is the first time I am seeing her husband, he i

My throat gets dry so I gulp some more whiskey. I can't go through this every day. I am turning into a maniac. Like a crazy old cat lady. "Ethan. I love you but I love me more. I am sorry. Sorry for," I wipe the tears from my cheeks. I feel a sharp sting as my tears touch my bleeding knuckles. Fucking salt in tears. “Ethan, listen carefully. I, Alpha Ryan Damison," I gulp down more whiskey as I need balls for what I am going to say next.

Nathan: I watched as Katerina entered the house after her conversation with mom. Her eyes were fixed on the ground as she avoided looking at anyone. Her curly hair covering her face, not revealing her expression. My beta and best friend, Carter, walked up to me with a glass of whiskey in his hand “loosen up, it’s your wedding ceremony” “Shut up before I rip that tongue out of your throat” I said, taking the glass from him. I took a sip from the glass before placing it on the arm rest, running my finger over the top of it as I looked at the dancing crowd.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re