Chuck Hansen Novels & Stories

White guy in his fifties, wind‑burned face, badge that said HANSEN. He shifted from boot to boot, eyes wary. “You realize,” he said to Coleman, “if your… procedure goes wrong, this could take down half the North Atlantic routing.” “That’s why she brought me,” Niko said, stepping forward. Hansen eyed him like he was a very small, very breakable plug. “And you are?” he asked. “The one who makes sure my girlfriend doesn’t fry your backbone on the way out,” Niko said. Hansen’s eyebrows shot up at *girlfriend*.

His long silver beard cascaded down his chest. He was Rina’s paternal grandfather, Zaccheaus Mackenzie. He must have heard about my break up with Rina the previous afternoon, hence the hostility that surrounded him. I excused Michael and turned to face him. “I don't understand” “You seem against the idea of catching the witch. Do you have a reason behind it? Maybe you are trying to protect someone” I cocked my head, trying to process his words. “What are you trying to say? Can you go straight to the point?”

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

A paragon of neat and clean. His uniform was the same as the chauffer's, a white dress shirt tucked neatly under a pair of black trousers. Unlike the chauffer's cuff links which were silver in color, his were gold. A higher rank. In addition he wore a black buttoned half sweater and his feet and socks were buried in his polished black shoes. It was easy to see the the Wushi family crest imbued on his left wrist since it was not a regulation to wear gloves for the senior servants of the

Emily Warner I swallow hard as I look at the Lachlan enterprise building approaching. I felt Danika rub my back before I got out after saying bye to her. I ignored all my thoughts as walked straight in the building to the cafeteria. I need food to calm my nerves. I avoided greeting people and acted like I was in a hurry. I was in no mood to have small talk about my ‘vacation’. Everyone in the office was just as shocked as me when Hank announced his marriage news. The number of people that came up to me and asked me ‘I thought you were

He ended his eulogy with a rather displeased pout. Chuckling out a smile, she said, "Other things? Like what?" Raising a brow, he said, "Your tour guide, mystery decoder and hair dresser. What else did you think I was talking about?" Nodding with a smile, she said, "Nothing more. That's all you are to me." With a groan, he called "Bella..." Walking to the gigantic bed, she sang out, "Yes, Mo grá?" Unable to stop his smile, he walked to her and said, "I never knew you were close friends with George Bush."

Cassie said, pulling me into a quick hug. "It's stunning," I said, looking down at it again. "If we talk too long, you'll be late for the ceremony." The woman said, giving Cassie a stern look. "Yes, sorry, Athena, this is Helen. She is the one who does all the hair and makeup for mating ceremonies and any big events in the pack." Cassie explained, walking toward the chair she had placed in front of her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Helen," I said, giving a quick smile.

Adams waited at the driver’s seat patiently humming to himself when all of a sudden, the door burst opened, startling him. “Oh mine! Ichabod! You almost gave me a fit! Why were you back so....” He kept quiet as he recognized the twitched face and the cyan eyes. In a low growl, Odin ordered, “drive!” “Okay.” Adams said without further ado and switched on the engine. **

Mr Caine motioned for silence and the room soon became quiet once more. "Now that you all got the chance to take it in, I'd like to introduce Xavier Persons," he introduced polite clapping following his statement, as the door opened a man appears shaking his hand. Confidence radiated off his 6'1 figure, his black hair combed perfectly, his navy blue tailored suit holding his perfectly sculpted body. All eyes were on him but he went unfazed as he turned to face the room.

I had a flurry of questions, but the overwhelming nature of the situation prevented me from processing them. From a distance, I observed the men taking out a large machete, and the sight of the sharp blade sent shivers down my spine. The men then handed the machete to Dane, who raised it above his head in preparation for an impending execution. The gravity of the situation was palpable, as I struggled to accept the horrors unfolding before my eyes.