Conrad Fisher Novels & Stories

The email correspondence was between him and a man named Gustav Merrick and it had taken place fifteen years earlier. I would have to travel, a man stupid enough to keep an email would also keep the contract. Conrad lived in Bowman, North Dakota just off Highway Eighty-Five and it was a six-hour drive. There was only one way to know for sure if my gut feeling was right.

Another ranking member spoke again, he spoke about the condition of the injured, the state of the armory, and the quiet unrest among the younger wolves who want revenge more than order. I’m listening to everything that they are saying, all of it. Hands folded on the table, expression locked in place. But, inside, everything still feels fractured. The hollow space left by Tori, and the private grave I had dug for Justin. The guilt that sits beside the anger and refuses to move. “I have better news.” Oliver cuts off the person who was speaking. I sigh in relief. Right on time, Oliver. We found Sebastian. The vampire's creator.

"Thank you, but have we been acquainted before?" Colton Fisher was the head of the Fisher family, the president of the Fisher Group, and he was considered one of the most famous figures in San Joto. It would have been fine if Nicole did not know him. After all, she had probably never met anyone who was present at the dinner event before. Yet, she was obviously trying to put him in the spot by querying him in front of everyone. However, it was his own daughter who had gone out of her way to irritate Nicole first, and with so many distinguished families present at the scene, Colton stifled his anger, not allowing his temper to flare up even if he wanted do.

*LEON* When I last saw Vicky, my soul had followed after her. Now sitting in this office, I felt like a soulless shell, even though my situation was already precarious. Conrad's deal was just a scam. He didn't even care about Osip's wedding. From the beginning, his goal was Vicky, and now he wouldn't let her go no matter what I did. Long ago, Conrad acquired a lot of loot by supporting the Allied Holy Order. Those captured Kindred became his test subjects, and he became obsessed with immortality.

"That's right! If you don't wish to die, get on your knees and apologize to Conrad right now! Bring the money to him as well!" All of Conrad's subordinates in the room whipped out their weapons and bellowed at Liam in rage. Conrad had an icy grin on his face as he handed his cigar to the person next to him. He then got up from the couch and said, "I'd like to see if I could live another day after taking the money away." He immediately walked up to the table and opened the white briefcase that was on the table. In the next second, Conrad's expression darkened beyond measure. He was utterly stunned.

“You heard me clearly Ryan, don’t pretend,” Freddy jaw tightened, gazing at Fisher who seemed utterly confused by what he just heard. After Freddy, Ryan Fisher was the second most notorious Mafia in Ohio, if anyone could pull such act with a weapon of that caliber, it can only be Ryan Fisher and no one else. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about Freddy, why in God’s name would I kill one of your guys? Doesn’t it sound absurd to you?” Fisher defended himself, the surprise on his face was slowly turning into a frown.

Sometimes help comes from unexpected places. Nadia Bolz-Weber. Grenville knew he had less than an hour to get information out of the wolf. Forensics were on their way and soon the security services would lay their claim to him and he would never get another chance. He walked up to the wolf and kicked him hoping to wake him, the wolf didn’t move so Grenville went to his bag and grabbed a cattle prod. This fucker was going to tell him what he wanted to know and he was going to do it now. Grenville shocked him with the cattle prod and kicked him in the face as hard as he could.

Sadly, he had to endure all discomforts to have the same good old days that he used to. His name is Nicholae Fisher. Gifted with 6'4 ft tall. Proud to have a light-brown complexion that differed him from the white and black Americans. Also, he had this unrecognized accent that sounded sweet though. What else did I miss? Oh. He's turning 27 in a week.

But it seems that something happened that she never read it, as the envelope was under everyone and dusty as if it had been hidden for many years, she proceeded to read. 'Luiggi Lombardi, you are the most dastardly, cursed, cruel, wretched man, you hurt me not only with your words, in a physical way too. Did you think I would never find out what you did to me at prom? Well, just so you know, David Fisher confessed everything to me, just the day he died, I forgave him, because he asked for forgiveness, he was sorry.

Chase rolls his eyes pointing at him and Karla. “We are blood related first cousins chill out I have my mate you have yours” Conrad walks out in nothing but a towel beads of water running down his naked torso. “Oh did I interrupt a moment here or is this a swingers meet up cos I’m down for that” Chase pinches the bridge of his nose while Destin protectively pushes Karla behind him. “What the fuck faith who’s the demon” “That’s Conrad his a friend okay I would be dead if it weren’t for him”