Cole Macgrath Romane & Geschichten

Then again, she only had about ten total. "We Scots call her Nessie." She smiled and sipped her cocoa. "That's right. Cattenach's a Scottish name." Grunting, he claimed the seat on the other side of the couch, giving her a wide berth. "Makes sense with your coloring." Bones curled up on the rug in front of a coffee table and promptly closed his eyes. Smart dog. Which reminded him... "What kept you awake? Talking it out will help." He crossed his arms, wondering how many branches of the crazy tree he'd smacked his head on when he'd fallen. He'd typically take a second coming of the bubonic plague over conversation.

“I apologize . I should not have spoken to you that way." “It’s fine.” Macy said stiffly, her gaze still fixed straight ahead. It was clear to Graeme that it was not fine, that he had offended her. Prompted by his guilt, he blurted. “I don’t know who his mother is.” He admitted softly.” I only met her once, and the circumstances in which I met her were… unsavory. I don’t even recall her face.” “Oh.” Macy mumbled, some of the stiffness leaving her demeanor. “I’m sorry.”

Alice shook her head and grunted in response. Sean said, "I knew it. People in our circle wouldn't live here." Hearing that, Alice turned her head and narrowed her eyes. "What is that supposed to mean? Are you looking down on people? Let me tell you—Macie is amazing. She swept the First-Class Scholarship every year in college, obtained a state-level honor and the National Distinction Award, and even personally led a team in design competitions, placing in the top three every time."

Alexander McGuire. I would always choose them…

Madelyn sat up, eyes wide with worry. "Your brother is romantically involved with a Brotherhood hunter. Did you know that?" "What?" Grigori got up from the couch and started pacing. "Your brother is entangled with a MacQueen, Grigori. Charlotte MacQueen. She's a hunter. What's more, she's the sister of their leader, Damien."

I would unload it all on Ruthie later. "No, I've got Mr. Mac." That's what we called him; his last name was actually Macintosh. He was Scottish, with the cool accent and everything. I loved to hear him read out loud. And he happened to be pretty good-looking, for a teacher. Girls were known to stare at him throughout the entire class, especially when he read Shakespeare. He gave off a young Ewan McGregor vibe. Sometimes, he got pretty frustrated because he had to repeat himself all the time. Personally, I thought it was entertaining.

She looked unusually meek saying those words. Morrigan took a step closer to Colfre. “So answer me, do you think this lifeless place needs to imprison someone just to bring back its life?” Morrigan’s eyes met Colfre’s, both of them stares with ardent intensity at each other. An unexplainable connection lingering between them. Colfre’s muscles tighten as Morrigan’s scent lingers near him, he was the first one to back away from her ardent gaze. He cleared his throat and looked away from the meek Morrigan standing in front of him. Morrigan noticed how Colfre felt uncomfortable with her standing in front of him so she walked towards her bed and sat down on the soft mattress.

It smelt of several spices and dad’s cologne. “I am Samuel Mikhalov and I’m a representative of the late Mr. McCauley” He began. McCauley had been the proprietor of half the buildings in seaside Arroyo Grande. His recent death had worried everyone that was under his care. “As you know, McCauley has no Family here, but he has a half brother who currently resides in Scotland, being the only living relative of McCauley, his properties were automatically transferred to his name.” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

While Jonathan stared at his computer screen, surprised by what the news was saying about the new entrepreneur who was wreaking havoc, Olivia McGregor, that beautiful blonde with light eyes, with an imposing gaze and a thunderous inheritance from the largest agricultural industry in the country. His eyes sparkled at the sight of his pictures, and the darkest interests began to converge within him. "Sir, excuse me for interrupting you, but there's that man out there who came early from McGregor Industries, do I follow him?" "The business advisor?" Harrison, is his name? "Yes, sir, the same, I told you that you have already attended to him and you don't have time, but you are very insistent. J

"Welcome to the Mob League, Nyx. My name is Don Marcelo and you’ve been chosen to join us, but before you can, you must pass a test." The name also rang a bell in her head, Don Marcelo was the head of the Macaris Family in Romoto, the Macaris Family were the most feared Mob family in Romoto, seeing him life and not just the stories Big Tom told of him made it so surreal for her. Sasha’s heart raced. She had expected some sort of initiation, but she wasn’t sure what it would entail. Her muscles tensed as she braced herself for whatever challenge they were about to throw at her.