Chapter Eugene Novels & Stories

"Just because Lynette stood up for her, she bought that headpiece on a whim. I wonder if she can afford it. I heard when she went back to the Ironclaw Pack, Sibyl gave her Eugene's compensation. She's not using that money to buy Sabrina jewelry, is she?" She added mournfully, "If Eugene could see this, he'd never rest in peace." Zelda felt a pang of sadness. Leaning on Adelaide's shoulder, she asked, "Adelaide, what was Eugene like?" Adelaide replied, "The Hutchinson family has a legacy of wolf generals, but none stood out until Eugene. He was exceptionally talented and brave. He served under my grandfather and later under my father on the Southern Border. Unfortunately, he sacrificed himsel

Brian "Brian!" Shouted Eugene, jumping on me. Well, that's one way to wake up, I suppose. It was early in the morning, too early for Eugene to be having this much energy. Well it was never to early for Eugey whose blood seemed to be an endless supply of energy drinks that coursed through his veins.

Eugene roared furiously. Eugene had a daughter, Tracy Atherton, who was studying abroad. She was a kind, well-behaving grandchild of Sylvie, and it was because of her that Sylvie had been giving Eugene chances, over and over again, without evicting him from the Atherton family. However, Sylvie underestimated Eugene's greed for money. At that moment, Eugene completely lost his rationality. He yelled with his eyes scarlet, "I won't talk to you! Tell Catelyn to come out! I'll count to three. If she doesn't commit suicide, I will—"

She seemed to be the quiet one in the group and the least rebellious. Irene groaned loudly and took a glance at me. She suddenly was embarrassed and shy. I could laugh out loud at the moment. She had crazy friends. They jumped to conclusions right away, coming up with crazy ideas. I would have rescued her but I too was shocked by how crazy they were. I was about to say something when Irene beat me to it. "This is Eugene, he owns one of the artworks on exhibit and we just met a couple of minutes backs. He was explaining to me the concept of his work and the true meaning of art."

Then, we went to have lunch, as we were eating, Christian asked, "Did you talk to Eugene?" "Nah, Leave him for a while." I replied casually. "Aren't you worried about his whereabouts?" "He is at our old home and currently looking for a job, let's see how long he can go." I said with a smug look. I want to see how far he can take care of himself. "You know he just looks like you but his mind is far too good in intelligence." Christian said as I gave him a nod. “I know Eugene has always been a genius, he even completed his graduation before me. Don’t compare us.” I frowned.

CHAPTER 100 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ Gregory suddenly burst through a wall in the mansion, spreading stone and dust in the air. He hit his back on the next wall and fell to the ground, groaning in pain. “I must admit, somehow, you got a lot better than the first time we met, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still stronger and I'm going to beat you,” Eugene said as he stepped through the large hole in the wall. He stopped before Gregory and continued, “Unlike the last time, my orders are to kill anyone who is likely to pose a threat to the alpha, so I will not be holding back."

The night pressed heavily over the woods, a cloud of darkness broken only by the flickering light of torches. Wind swept through the trees, rattling the leaves and carrying the distant sound of restless animals. Eugene entered a meeting place quietly, his shoes muffled against the stone floor. His cloak was drawn tight over his shoulders, though he let it fall once he reached the large table. Three men were already there, leaning over a collection of maps, their faces tense in concentration.

“Ma'am, I think you should slow down,” Eugene said, putting on his seat belt quickly. Avery didn't listen to him. Who is he to tell her to slow down? Instead of slowing down, she stepped on the clutch and drove faster than they were driving. Eugene immediately made a sign of the cross because he doesn't want to die any moment now, he hasn't yet told the world that he's gay, he hasn't found his love yet. “Ma'am please. Just calm down, the police will stop us now” Eugene complained trying to make her stop.

I still had no idea where the hell I was or what this place was. "Ahh, just in time," "Eugene, what treats do you have for us today?" Eugene opened the gate with two buckets in one hand. A chair with straps attached to the arms and legs in the other. He set down the chair and buckets and then walked towards me. His eyes were emotionless as he approached me. I tried to move away, but all the effort was pointless. So I steeled my expression and stared him down as he gripped my arm and yanked me upwards.