Cole Macgrath Novels & Stories

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."

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.

The younger man's keen eyes noted the old timer had been attempting to replace a busted pipe all by his lonesome. "There ain't been a Charles McCormick round these parts since I was six years old." replied the old man narrowing his eyes at Brick before dropping the shovel and getting to his feet as he climbed out of the two-foot-deep sized hole he'd dug into the ground. "They call me Chalie Mack." "Brick Kenneally." replied the rugged biker. "Might have known you'd come," said Charlie as he stepped toward Brick. Up close the younger man could see the sparse blond hairs beneath his hat and the shimmering of his blue eyes as his reddened formerly pale skin continued to sweat amid the blazing h

So the big day has arrived, I would finally meet the main financier of the NGO MAMA AFRICA, and if he does indeed provide financial assistance, our NGO will soon be helping the children of Lac Rose and other places in Senegal to have a better future. I spent the sleepless night thinking of ways to express my gratitude, an inspiring speech, something that would come close to my gratitude and convince him to continue funding us. My alarm clock tries to do its job, but I'm faster and turn it off. Carlos turns to my side and hugs me.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

Quickly, the MC was by her side, pointing a microphone to her face. “My name is Margaret McGregor. I came with Adrian Bells, he was there with me the whole time and I told him he would be the next person after Miss Heather and I think that freaked him out a bit. You’re right, Professor Jac, he’s quite shy…” “You see, I’m also a reader. I’ve been a reader since I was seventeen. And I am really honored to be here, so I just couldn’t pass on the opportunity to represent him when he was called.”