Cole Macgrath Novels & Stories

Galen had a rough night sitting in lockup. He wasn’t used to people pretending to ignore him. Or treat him like a nobody. He was a James connected to the well-known MacGregor family. But here, no one cared. He’d never felt so humbled before and he didn’t like it. He attempted to avoid talking to anyone else in the cell they’d thrown him into. But he now struggled with the conflict his fear, anger, and ego gave him. Not that he’d admit to having any if they asked.

After showing Adele where the class is, I wave her goodbye and continue climbing down the stairs. I get into my car and take a deep breathe. The unexpected encounter with Cedric has shocked me completely. As I drive my car out of the college gate, I think that today I have escaped but from tomorrow I'll have to ignore him unless it is the right time because I have gone through a lot of pain. --------------------------

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

"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.

“ What the heck? You want to decapitate my dick? “ Chad exclaimed as he exposed his face. Maria was shocked, of course she did a terrible job. Chad went static when he recognised who the girl was, it was the giant baby color Blue. “ It's you. “ Maria was face to face with the image of Chad Macmiller. Not once in the competition had she seen his face. Chad had a ripped face, muscular and finely lined. His jawbone was sharp and majestic, to die for. He had full, carved brows and a deep blue eyes that she could get forever lost gazing into. She staggered backwards, “ I'm sorry Mr Macmiller. “

She went pale, “What does that mean?” “Mordecai is obsessed with his strength. He prides himself on it. He comes from a long line of werewolf warriors. He’s probably relished… breaking werewolves. Letting you escape with your connection still intact means he’s been itching to get you back in a position where he can try again.” She shuddered, and I growled, “He won’t come near you.” Grace’s eyes widened, and she smiled, glancing at Matt before her eyes twinkled, “Thank you.”

Rory POV The Hunt for Castle MacGorgeous Rory MacAllister had many talents. Disarming bombs? Child’s play. Silencing alarms in less than thirty seconds? Easy. Talking his way out of an Interpol sting in Monaco? He did it in fucking French. But this? Finding a sprawling, private, ultra secure, luxury manor that would satisfy the bougie taste of a billionaire heiress, the twisted security needs of a Scottish Mafia crew, and still have enough sex appeal for his idiot brothers and their girls?

Thanks some much" MacJoe said, And four days later, MacJoe travel down to the North Pole where he settled down, and later got married to the surrogate that gave birth to his triplets kids, and he lives happily with his wife and kids, and he forgets about dirty jobs, and sold his mom's property, and Invested the money on his farm.and his wife and kids didn't know his part till he grew old and passed away,

I ask him. “Gypsy and Lester are both anti-hybrid. I do not care what they said to your face, my friend. First chance they got, they would have killed Kate,” Macon says. “What about you?” I ask. “I already told you, I only want to help her. She is my twin sister, after all,” Macon says. “I don’t believe you. I think there is something in it for you,” I say. “There is, in a way,” Macon says.

I didn’t have breakfast this morning because I was running late, and now I’m regretting it because I’m hungry as hell. A loud creak cuts through the haze, followed by the scrape of a chair against the floor. I flinch, like someone has snapped a rubber band against my skin, and snap toward the sound. Mr. Macaulay is standing. He moves with that same controlled, almost predatory grace, walking to the front of the room where a large projector screen glows with charts and graphs. Picking up the remote from the table, he clicks it once, and the slide changes. Then he speaks, his voice filling the room, deep, steady, and commanding.