Craig Tucker Novels & Stories

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

“What if Kai wasn’t compatible? What if something happened to you?” “Kai?” Mom asked, and I nodded. “He was the one who donated. I couldn’t do it, well, the man didn’t even let me try, but I knew that he was right about the fact that I was a drinker and smoker. Knowing reality, I knew that there was no way that they would be allowing it.” I said, and mom shook her head. “Did you check on him? How is he?”

At this moment, I knew I had to rely on luck to escape or else I was dead. "If you let her slip from your hands again, I'll skin you lot alive!" A cold voice resounded, making me shiver. Alpha Kyle had come personally. What the hell was I thinking? I didn't think there was a chance for me to escape since he had come himself. But then I wasn't going to give up, I had to leave. Even though the pain raking through my body didn't subside even a little I continued running. I was covered in blood as all my injuries had reopened and I was bleeding at the moment.

"Why don't you divide yourself into five places and fill those seats?" "It would be good for you to keep your mouth shut, Philip. You wouldn't want me to say things that you might regret. That CEO position that we gave you can be handled well by me." "Maria! He is your son." Tara said loudly. She couldn't endure it any longer. When it came to Philip, she was willing to risk anything to defend him. "Without Philip, there would have been no CRUZ enterprise." "He is my son! And he is answerable to me. Your son is dead, why don't you allow me to train my son, how I want to train him?"

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.

Craig knew that he had a long way to go before he could achieve his dreams, but he was determined to keep working hard and making the most of his new life in the village, Collins sat in his office, the worry etched on his face as he drummed his fingers on his desk. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with his twin brother, Craig. Craig was a talented kickboxer, but he had run into trouble with Alfonso, the infamous mafia lord.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

His phone rings and without any effort, he picked it up without even looking who the caller is. "What do you want?" He asked the caller and leans his back at the counter of the stall. His eyes found another pair looking straight at him. He took his sunglasses off and stare back at that woman, sitting at the sand while applying lotion on her body sensually. "We found your fat buddy Tucker Crueson in Texas. His files said that he retired from being a sheriff 7 years ago and now he's living alone in his cute little barn in *****, Texas." The caller reported to him.

Just as the figure prepared to speak, Adrian interjected sharply, "Am I wrong, Captain Craig?" The unexpected accusation caught the man off guard, visibly stunning him. After a momentary pause, he feigned ignorance, coughing before retorting, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who's Captain Craig?" "Don't think your disguise fools me. You're Craig Newman, chief instructor of the Exasword Garrison." Adrian's accusation rang out, punctuated by his forceful gesture as he tossed the man aside.

“Let’s just say it this way. One has no trust. The other won’t talk about what’s in his damn head. Then for a bit more torture add in fate.” “Great new mates. Now I understand why you’re keeping me from her.” “Hey, I didn’t…” “Stop right there. I’m not a fool. This isn’t my first rodeo. A mating is hard enough without unspeakable trauma and a mystery.” Craig stopped at the side of the road near the SUV. He looked seriously at the woman. Then twisted to look at her partner. His name was David Atwood, and he wasn’t sure if he liked or hated the man yet.