Casper Mcfadden Novels & Stories

"Hey man. You alright?" I glance at him. "I'm fine." I grumble. Casper, kind of a weird dude, was across from me. "Slumped shoulders. Dark exterior. Broody demeanor. He's got it bad." I turn and glare at him. He smirks and bounces his brows. Carmicheal flicks his head between the two of us. "What? What he got? Is it contagious?" Casper snorts. "Not unless you've had your heart ripped out by someone of the female persuasion." He nods

The male voice behind me made my spine stiffen. I turned slowly, my champagne glass held like a shield. A man in his late thirties stood there, sandy-blond hair, expensive suit, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. I recognized him immediately from my research. Brad Ashford. Tech CEO. Married. Father of two. Cassie had fucked him three years ago in Miami. Had sent Blake a photo of them together, just to hurt him. Fawn wasn't sure if they had met up after that time. But she had seen he was someone listed to attend tonight.

It was emotion on top of emotion, churning inside her—confusion, fear, anger, and something else she just couldn't identify. How was she ever going to be able to trust him? How was she ever going to trust anyone after all the lies, the manipulation, the violence? And yet, looking at him now, lying there pale and vulnerable, fighting a fever, something inside of her started to shift. "I don't even know what to believe myself, Arnulfo," she said softly, with just a barely audible whisper. She gazed into his eyes, with a heavy weight of uncertainty weighing down on her heart. Arnulfo's face changed. The ruthless face of a mafia kingpin gave way to a man who was as fragile as she was. He wasn't

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

He was pretending to be too invested in a private conversation with his girlfriend to overhear them, but Miguel had seen his face turn into stone the moment he had spoken the words. "I apologize. I didn't get a chance to introduce myself before. I'm Neal Casper." The man held out his hand and gave Miguel a grin of approval. Miguel smirked, as if he needed it, and shook his hand. "We've met before, Mr. Casper. You were contracted to work on a low-profile case of mine back in 2010, the Bancorp account." Neal seemed shocked but nodded, "Oh yes, I remember that account—"

I’m pretty sure most volunteered for the job. You see, Casper is like a big brother to me. He and my brother Nixon have hung around since they were kids. So I grew up with him. Well they watched me grow up. They were already fourteen when I came along. I haven’t known a day without him. He also happens to be Prez of the Red Devils. A motorcycle club across the state line. I was there at his patching ceremony. I was there when he became Prez ten years ago. So I know about MC’s. Most of these guys have watched me grow up.

Casper wasn’t surprised that Hunter of all people didn’t get it this time. It was because Casper Blade knew his son better than anyone else. He asked indifferently, “He gave the club to her so what do you think?” It wasn’t difficult for Casper to figure it out. If the information could be amended so perfectly, and the old one wiped explicitly as well, then there was only one person who had the expertise for that and that person was Marshall, who was now working for Caddaric. There was no evidence but Casper still got the unconfirmed truth. Hunter got it much slower.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Carter. *****************************************