Novel & Cerita Carlgallagher

It suddenly dawned on me that Linda had mentioned having a sister. As she circled around me, her gaze pierced through me, treating me as nothing more than an ordinary wolf. "Listen, Alpha. No one harms my sister and escapes unscathed. You will pay for your actions, and you will live to regret ever crossing her path." Approaching where Linda stood, she lifted her gently, wiping away the teardrops from her eyes. "Leave him be, sister. He's not the right match for you." With those words, she carried Linda towards a blue car parked nearby. Opening the door, she helped Linda inside. Before they drove away, Linda rolled down the car window and cast a lingering gaze upon me, whispering words that e

"Ms. Carrington, I'm sure you already heard us mention that the two suspects have denied orchestrating the accident. The reason they gave us was that they wanted to flirt with you a little because they found you pretty. "I came to dig a little deeper with you. From the two suspects, we found that the driver of the black car is called Craig Potts. He's 23 this year and works as a mechanic. The driver of the white car is Joel Larkin. He's 20 this year and unemployed. "Do any of these names ring a bell, Ms. Carrington?" Gabriella shook her head. "No. I don't know them at all." "Are you sure?" "I'm positive."

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

“Just tell me, Felix. I don’t want to play games. If it’s someone I hate, I can just fire them. Remember, I am the head of the New York branch of Capaldi Industries now that our fathers stepped down.” He took a deep breath. “It’s Lauren Gallo.” I freeze at her name. It’s been years since I heard it. The last time I saw her, it was in a Capaldi Industries mediation room as our lawyer told her how much she would be getting for her not talking about the car accident we’d been in. The one that ruined her shot at the Olympics and made it so that she hated me more than she already did. “You’d better be fucking joking.” My brother shook his head. “Carla is in there showing her the office. She waved

Sky whimpered in my head at my stupid thought, I just rolled my eyes at her. When I arrived at the border, the warriors on patrol surrounded my car, the plate number wasn’t something they had seen before or recognized. I rolled off the glass, “Lady Stacy, is that you?” Carter, the warrior that Alpha Callaghan gave my Johnny said, smiling at me, when his eyes roved the car that I was driving. I forced a chuckle and jumped out of the car, shutting the door.

Carol puts a car key on the table, one she hasn’t been using lately. **Isn’t it your Lamborghini—!?** She nods. **Pick me up every day when I send you a message. You will be solely responsible for driving the car.** **Where are we going every day?** **To the hospital.** Alex looks shocked and tries to question her, but Carol glances at her phone. **Gotta go now. Drive safe. The car is in the garage. Don’t damage it; otherwise, I will make you pay triple!** She glances at him before leaving the café.

Liam: The day had dragged mercilessly. Endless meetings, numbers thrown at me, strategies debated that barely held my attention. I tried to bury myself in the work, thinking it might keep me from her. But it didn’t. Alaria lived in the back of my mind like a constant ache, and every word, every distraction, felt hollow beside it. “You checking your phone endlessly is not going to make her call you, Liam.” “You don’t need to keep reminding me, Kai.” I said, rolling my eyes as the two of us were in the car. “I am just glad that the day is over.”

"Are you with the ConPharmaMax convention?" she asked and my eyes darted to the side. Was she a reporter or something? She looked kind of like a television reporter. Did she know? Was she going to expose everyone? Expose me? She must've seen the panic in my eyes. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a card. It said, 'Angie Gustafson, Pharmaceutical Representative, ConPharmaMax' and then listed her phone number and some other stuff.

And beneath that rainbow of pink? 23 police offenses. Pickpocketing. Shoplifting. Drag-queen performances. Public Stripping. Repeat graffiti vandal. Gender-fluid activist. DUI (driving under the influence). And more parking tickets than a city tow lot. Wow. What a disaster. Is this what Greg dumped on me? My eyes practically jumped out of their sockets. Wait..... Let's start from the begining. Hi. My name is Sheila. Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Callaghan, only sister to Greg Callaghan, a.k.a. the biggest playboy in Vegas.

“My house was broken into. They were chasing me. I didn’t have chance to grab my phone, I didn’t know what to do.” Realisation hit me over what had happened and what I had done to this poor man stood in front of me. “Oh, my goodness, I am so sorry.” I started to ramble. He placed both hands on my upper arms, the contact was gentle and grounding. “What’s your name?” He asked softly. “Leah, Leah Garrison.” “Leah, my name is Logan Carter.” He paused, watching me carefully. “You said your house was broken into?” I nodded as the adrenalin was leaving my body; the shakes started to set in, and weakness soon followed.