Corey Scherer Novels & Stories

Alpha Nicholas "All final checks have been done and everything is set and in place for tonight." My brother, Shane announces as he walks into my office with Will right behind him. Not only is Shane my brother, but he's also my Beta while Will is also my brother and Gamma. It's a right family affair. Our youngest brother, Robbie has been offered a title more than once, both Shane and Will are more than happy to share their roles with him and with him having Alpha blood in him he's more than capable of fulfilling both roles but he doesn't want it, never has.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes before he quickly masked it. "Cut the act." He rolled his eyes. "Thomas, this isn't a livestream. There's no brainless audience here to watch you perform. It's just the three of us—who do you think you're fooling, Sherlock? Trying to bluff me? Save it." I let out a soft laugh. "Corey, the stand-in you found is impressive. About five-seven, slender build, and her face is at least eighty percent similar to Sandra's." Corey scoffed. "That's because it is Sandra!"

Known as the monster of tycoons. "He looked familiar," Keira's voice changed from being flirty toward Alessandro to a dangerous voice that Jeremy has never heard of. "That's right, my love. This is Jeremy Cha. He's the COO of the Entertainment Company. The one who swindled your father. The one who made fun of you and your mother."

" Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers " " Wow. That's a huge money " a lady mutters in the colly room. " The surgeon he had called upon goes by the man Doc Shetty. He is known for performing the most successful face switched and voices. He won an awards last year for being the best on Earth. His demands however is... On the high path " Maximo let out a sigh at this. Now the puzzle has fallen into place for hi

“Men like him don’t play for money, they play for control. And he is spiking because he can tell she is new to this.” “I know,” I said quietly. “And he’s not the only one. We just need to be sure that she is safe.” When the call ended, I stood there for a long time, staring at the city through the glass. Valerie was finally finding her footing again, and now another predator was circling. I picked up my phone again and called Hunter. “Alpha…?” “Send word to Caleb,” I ordered, not wasting time. “He’s taking over as our shadow lawyer for Valerie’s firm. Rosalyn will brief him on the rest. And, Hunter…”

He smiled at me. " I'm Corey, I thought you knew me," he said. Corey looked familiar, but I didn't remember where I saw him from. ' He was the guy who kissed Jett a few months ago,' My wolf reminded me. Oh yes, Jett's secret lover! " Jett's secret lover," I said. " We are not lovers," he retorted quickly. I raised my eyebrows and shrugged. "Corey, can you help us out of here, please?" I asked.

His human mate or me. He then sighed and lowered himself back into his seat. He took out his phone and dialed a number. “Jeremy, Have Eleanor trained on my behalf. Take it a step at a time so she doesn’t hurt herself...” he said into the phone. I was a little jealous he worried that she get hurt or not but having him here is enough for me. I won. He would choose me a hundred times over the human bitch and that is all that matters. ELEANOR SAMUEL

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

He didn't wear any fabric that was black—just a cream polo, ripped jeans, and… slippers? Slippers. The image short-circuited my brain. It was giving ‘I accidentally wore this out,’ but somehow on him, it looked like it was worn by a Louis Vuitton model. “Mr—Mr. Scarpa,” I breathed. A smile curled at his mouth. Not arrogant or amused. Just… soft and warm. Like he’d stepped out of a storm and into sunlight. “I came here looking to buy something,” he said, his voice almost bashful. “Didn’t expect you’d be the one attending to me. But I’m glad.”