Burt Curtis Novels & Stories

When the other disciples heard that Walter—a demonic beast with such extraordinary talent—was actually Chase's contract beast, they were stunned. Of course, Burt took the biggest hit. After abandoning Chase for Yara, he had nursed some small regrets but still clung to hope. Now, he was utterly crushed. Although Lawrence had promised to cover all the costs, Burt certainly didn't dare actually let the elder pay out of pocket. Otherwise, his future in the Divine Blood Sect would be over. Enid looked at Lisa and Walter thoughtfully.

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.

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!"

No, not Andre. Curtis Arciero himself.

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.”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.