Burt Curtis Novels & Stories

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

“Soren will never be a problem to us. He is too small for us” “That he is” Zel acknowled with a satisfied low hum. Curtis believed that Soren was a fly he could deal with. He would deal with him before he even realised what was happening.

He said while handing over the items to west who gladly carried everything from him. West saw a small clip on his Shirt that was a uniform,there was a word scripted there " Butler Curtis " "Thank you Butler Curtis!" West said with a smile and butler Curtis nodded before leaving with both hands also wrapped together at his back. West sighed and dropped everything on the bed "A nice bath would do now!" West smirked mischievously as she giggled and skipped to the big pool in her bathroom. This was the beginning of a new journey for her,and she would dive into the world to the depth!

My body was pushed to its limit time and time again, but I didn't quit. When they thought I was ready, they made me go up on that old ring and face off with one of the big ones, Big Tim, he was a menace. Savagely beat on guys, with no mercy. Needless to say... I lost badly to him, almost took me two weeks to open my eyes.

But until they had Sapphire out of whatever nightmare she’d gotten herself into, he had to tread carefully. Unlike most of the Donovans, who were tall and blond, Curtis was a short, stocky guy with shoulder-length brown hair and a goatee. He had small, kinda beady brown eyes, and a nose that looked too long for his face. At first glance, he seemed harmless enough, until you got to know what a ruthless little bastard he was. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here,” Curtis said. “I lost one of my best men because of you, and had to fire another.” Razl snorted. “If they were your best, Donovan, then you need to do some new recruiting.”

The truth was, though, that he’d totally given in to her about three months after she started working at Curves. It had been his birthday coming up, and the other staff had been threatening to buy him a few shots on the big day. Curtis had been his usual silent self on the whole damn subject. He didn’t have any plans to celebrate his birthday then because he never had any plans, and he'd seen no real reason to start. If the guys and the ladies wanted to throw a few shots his way, he’d take them, he supposed. But that was hardly a celebration, and that had been just fine with him.

"So…?" "I'll act as a double agent and contact Sage Lake Sect," Burt explained. "I'll drop hints that you want the Goldeater Cane and suggest they use it as bait to lure you in. If you trust your strength, you can eliminate them while getting the Goldeater Cane—that's killing two birds with one stone." Watching Burt's serious expression, Frank smiled and asked, "You're not going to betray Sage Lake Sect, are you?" A drop of sweat trickled down Burt's cheek right then, and he quickly lowered his gaze as he said, "What are you saying? I've served as their dog for years while gaining your favor after considerable difficulty. I'd never turn against you!"

He winked before sliding his thumbs in his waistband, slipping his shorts off as Celeste turned her head, but not before we caught a glimpse of his cock. “Holy shit that was-“ Celeste gasped. “Huge. That was fucking huge.” I finished her sentence, mentally picking up my jaw from the floor. Before we could fully process the enormity (pun intended) of what we just saw, Julius was standing before us in wolf form.

Curtis was so full of mischief. “Curtis, why did you do that?” Garvin asked half-jokingly, so he wouldn’t hide the rest of the story from him. He wanted to hear everything before he’d know the advice to offer the young man who took delight in pranking others. “Well, I asked them to repeat their names, that I wanted to be their friends again.” “And they did?” Garvin felt they wouldn’t. “Yes. They must probably be thinking that I was sick or something but that was when I told them my name was Curtis Berret.”

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.