Cole Macgrath Novels & Stories

I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "Can I see Grayson, please?" Malik looks stunned for a moment. "Right. Ah, he's in the Vengeance Pack right now. I'll let him know you're back." Finally, I follow Malik inside, who still is asking me relentless questions about where I've been the past five days. Honestly all I want to do is collapse my weak body into a bed, but I supplied Malik with the basics of my kidnapping. I left out details of the strange Huntsman named Cal from a Pack unknown. He told me to keep a secret, and at this time, I'm not jumping on the idea of selling him out. I mean, he's proved how good he is with a bow and arrow...

it had been an inside job. It hadn’t been hard to track down the house where he had grown up. The house that had been home to Chuck and Maria McGregor. He rolled to a stop in the driveway. The garden Maria had so cherished was now a small, wild, snow covered thicket. Dirt littered the small compound. Epiphytes wrung themselves round anything they could. The low-cut wooden fence, the lamp-post out front, even the mail box.

Macsmith said, and he ended up with the phone conversations, and he walked Into the hall he kept all the girls, and he chose Bridgette Marrong, Camilla Mendez, and Valery Bentley, and Macsmith told the matron Incharge to take care of them, and see to their dressing, Early In the morning of the next day, the three selected girls was led Into the jeep with tinted windscreen, and the driver drives them to MacLop's house, and when MacLop saw the three girls, he selected Camilla Mendez, and they returned others to Macsmith, and when Camilla saw that they have sold her again, she burst Into tears, and she refused to enter Into the room that was arranged for her, Camilla sat under the tree In the M

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,

Nana asks, “ Well, what do you want to know?” “ Everything Marathi, everything.” Macy gulps hard, her mind going to Liam, and how worried he must be looking everywhere for her. She tells her Nana all Liam has done for her and everything that has happened thus far without hiding a thing. “ Hmm, he seems like a possessive one,” Nana says with a half smile on her face. “ He sure is possessive, Nana, and so is his wolf, Rage.” Macy murmurs,

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.

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”

A smug smile appeared on his face. “I know that your ‘old friend’ is Michael Noah McGregor, the famous CEO of Haynes-McGregor Industries. The two of you were high school friends, weren’t you?”