روايات وقصص ضمن Conrad Fisher

I'm out for blood, craving the sight of crimson soaking through concrete. God. Now I'm thinking like Noir. I shake my head and take the familiar turn that leads to the company building. I have an important meeting I can't miss. After it's done, I'll focus on my search. That fucker, Conrad, hasn't left a proper trail of all his 'transactions' with his employers. The fucker spent years gaining our trust and becoming Elijah's right-hand man only to lead him to his death. The Russians are behind this, that much I'm certain of from the man's past.

He always moved like the world owed him space. “Let me guess!” He drawled, “You are still brooding over that omega?” Shaking my head, I let out a frustrating groan. “What do you want, Conrad?” “Well, I don’t know. Maybe to witness the downfall of the most emotionally constipated male in the entire werewolf race.” Conrad’s boots thudded across the hardwood as he plopped into the chair across the table and spoke. “She really got under your skin, huh?” His untimely nagging exhausted my patience. I picked a file to ignore him and replied coldly.

Noah growled at Conrad who was teasing his length with fingers. "Conrad. I have to peeeee. Gooo". Noah pleaded Conrad to end the torture. Conrad giggled but left his shaft after squeezing it a bit, not missing the dark in Noah's eyes. He knew he was screwed. But he knew how to play with the fire. And how he loved it. Well Noah wasn’t complaining. He sat back among his friends who were looking at him with suspicious eyes. Conrad was trying hard to act cool. Before his friends could bombard him with questions Conrad's mom called him to meet someone. He was talking just formally because apparently his mind was occupied by his sexy fiancé.

Something ugly and delighted crosses Elias's face, like Fisher just gave him exactly the excuse he was hoping for. "Wife?" He says laughing like the devil himself, mock-clapping. "You're spineless, Callahan. You let your father's family sell you off to Camille Voss without a single word of protest, and now, what… you've suddenly found a backbone, standing here in a suit you probably can't afford anymore since I gutted three of your contracts?" He tilts his head, mock-impressed. "I'll give you this much. I didn't think you had it in you to actually go through with today. Genuinely surprised." "People are stronger than they look from the outside," Fisher says, his voice stern and cold, not bac