Carlgallagher นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Gwenevere said with so great conviction that he would obey. "You need my phone to call the cops on me?" BA-DA-RASH was the only thing Williams could think of. Not only was this lady very rude, she also was not in her right senses at all. But wait, she could be dki g the right thing. "Okay, we can do that actually. I miraculously happen to have a complaint also." "What complaint?" Gwenevere asked irritatingly. "You're the harraser here, dumb head!"

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he muttered under his breath. “Can I talk to him?” “I’m afraid not, Ma’am. He is refusing to answer our questions so we cannot allow visitors until he cooperates.” “I should call my husband.” “I’ll give you a moment.” Once the Sheriff had shut the door behind him, I withdrew my phone and dialled Leo’s number. “Hey, listen. Cato has stolen and crashed a fucking car and possibly put a woman fighting for her life in hospital. The owner is pressing charges and they won’t let me speak to him. The sheriff says that because this is his third offence, he is unlikely to get off lightly.”

~~★~~ ~Cailly's POV Hitting the road with 260 k/ph is not so new to me and I don't care anymore, I need to come and save my family. Gripping the stirring wheel hard showing my knuckles turning white I have to be hurry. A loud growl reached in my ears. Taking a glance in my side mirror just to see a group of rogues running after me in their wold form. "What the hell is wrong with this rogues always after me when I'm driving?!" I spat irritated. I step on the gas, reaching the highest speed. I won't be shock if this car of mine will set into fire because this speeding I make. I take glance to my rearview mirror to see a midnight black wolf, he's fighting with the rogues running after me awhile

I didn’t want to be left alone with his guards. Pulling up a chair in front of me, the Alpha rogue moves to sit down. “Well Kate there is quite a story to tell. I’d offer you a seat but that would make you too comfortable. I’ve been uncomfortable for the past 21 years, so I figure you can handle a few days of discomfort. Oh yes, you didn’t realize I suppose, that you’ve been here for three days so far. And no end in sight, sweet Kate. I suspect your father knows exactly who I am but for you, I’ll share a tidbit. My name is Caleb Sweeting, former head warrior to the Golden Moon Pack. I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you Kate but we both know that would be a lie.” Hearing his name Kate

“You wouldn’t know him.” “A new one? Who?” Henry pulled at his now reddened ear. “No, I have Dr. Gallagher. He’s from Ireland and he was just hired.” I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, like Lochlann was a sixty-five-year-old professor with a love for tweed and hot cups of tea when his joints ached. But then again, Lochlann would probably look smoking hot in a tweed jacket with elbow patches. “Oh, you know what,” said Henry, “I heard Jamie talking to Marianne about him. She said she’d ‘hit it like the fist of an angry god.’ Which I’m assuming means he’s hot. Is he hot?”

Gallagher, I hope this message reaches you in good spirits. My name is Catriona Agreste, and I am a newly admitted attorney working in corporate strategy. Your legal thrillers have become an absolute lifeline for me during long, grueling nights preparing briefs and navigating the complicated power dynamics of high-stakes environments. The way you portray the emotional and professional toll on women who dare to challenge entrenched systems is breathtakingly authentic and deeply resonant.

--- *Thursday | 10:30pm | Parking Garage* Elena was walking to her car in the Carter parking garage. It was empty. A black car was parked two spots down from hers. Engine off. Windows tinted. She didn’t look at it. She got in her car and drove home. When she got home her phone was on the counter. No new messages. No missed calls. No email. She stood in her kitchen for a long time thinking about how some problems were too big and how sometimes the wall just moved without anyone telling you who pushed it. ---

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.