Carlgallagher Novels & Stories

“I’m guessing Caleb hasn’t told you about me then?” the woman asked, Cassandra’s puzzled expression gave her the answer she needed, she laughed, but it lacked any mirth to it, “I’m Gayle, the real Alpha bitch of this pack, the one who has been keeping Caleb’s bed warm before your wretched self came into this compound and the one who is going to drag you out of here by your hair once I cure Caleb of whatever spell you’ve cast on him.”

“Angel?” The sound felt too real for her, it couldn’t be a dream. The sensation of her hand in a tight grip woke her. “Cara.” She shot up from her position, staring straight into those deep chocolate pools. ***************************************** Hi lovely readers, I hope you are enjoying reading Sgt Maddox. If you want to keep up to date with ideas and posts, I am on Instagram - @_louisehope_ Happy reading! xxx

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

It's still kind of far to walk, but it's okay. "Is your home near the cafe?" someone asked, and I found colin walking beside me. "Hi! Three streets away from here. It's kind of far to walk. Where are you going?" I asked him. "I'll walk you home." "CARA!" someone shouted. It was Austin. He was on his motorcycle and went to us, "CARLON CALLED. YOUR DAD WAS FUMING MAD RIGHT NOW! YOU NEED TO HURRY, I'LL TAKE YOU HOME."

“This whole lawyer thing was just a cover for your real occupation. Why you couldn’t have chosen an honest profession like exotic dancer or something is another question, but that’s beside the point. But now ... I mean ... That kind of money and those allowances are beyond being a cover story — way beyond. So it’s all over. I mean ... acting like I’m married to a ... a... lawyer? My God! I would never live it down.” By now Carol realized that Bill was just jerking her chain. “All right for you, Bill Christian. But just remember that Ali McGrath Clifford is a lawyer, and so is Kathy Carlson. So there!” By this time they were off the freeway and wending their way through the streets. Finding t

Anna Garcia, holding the bag behind her, said with emotion, 'Sister KrisTinaen Healey, you are so angry today. 'Hum, to crush her thunder, of course.' KrisTinaen Oliver hummed and got on the tram: 'Let's go, let's go back.' Anna Garcia took an envious look at the endless stream of vehicles, and resigned herself to the electric car. On the way back, KrisTinaen Oliver's face became serious. Anna Garcia pinched her skirt nervously and whispered, 'Sister KrisTinaen Healey, I always feel that this car with license plate 352 has been following us.'

He coughed, set the glass down, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips. “Are you sure about that?” he asked, a strange gleam in his eyes. “Cara really is gone!” Agatha exclaimed as she moved to embrace her husband, as if she might collapse otherwise. Gavin spoke up, his voice calm but laced with suspicion. “She couldn’t have gone far, especially not with her injured legs. Someone must have seen her.” “It wouldn’t be easy for someone in a wheelchair,” Alden said with a faint, mocking chuckle, his eyes flashing coldly. “Unless Cara left… on perfectly healthy legs.”

A man dressed in a blue and black uniform stood at the widely opened gate; Caitlyn guessed the man was his gatekeeper. Immediately the gate opened, he ignited his car's engine and moved his car with such force that Caitlyn fell to the floor, again. “I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry,” she watched his gatekeeper apologise while bowing. He ignored the man and simply drove in. Caitlyn rushed over to the gatekeeper. “Can you let me in, please?” she pleaded shamelessly with a smile.

he murmured before sighing and grabbing the dry-cleaning off the rack they hung on – mostly his work suits, but with a few black items of Rhett’s intermingled. As he entered the drycleaners, the conversation stopped abruptly between the cashier and her customer. Small country towns, he thought wryly as he handed over the items, swiped his card, and received a ticket in return. Heath Gale had been connected to Aislen Carter by small town gossip-sleuths, and no doubt he had interrupted a conversation about Aislen with his arrival. Neither asked him, however, both humans too shy. As soon as he stepped out, conversation resumed in hushed tones. The carpark outside the hospital was quieter, altho

Gabriel said workout opening words. Garrett look quite surprised, he frowned in confused. "Looking for some? may I know what this is about?" he asked carefully. "Just eat your croissant, we will explain slowly," Emily said softly. Emily and Gabriel took turns explaining the problems Rachel was facing. Now and then Noah chimed in. Garrett listened carefully. "And why do you guys need my help?" Garrett ask still not understand. "Because the man Rachel's stepmother worked with was a guy your age, who rode a white jeep with a Harvard Law School sticker on the back of his car and he also had a Scorpio tattoo on his left hand, Noah answered quickly.