Novel & Cerita Craig Tucker

“A-an idea…? What could you possibly be thinking of, Mr. Crawford…?” As for why Tucker’s subordinates were carrying cameras around in the first place, it was because Tucker had a rather perverted habit. He simply enjoyed taking videos of himself doing immoral things, just like what he had done with Yukie earlier. He saw his actions as something that should be commemorated, which was why some of his subordinates made it a habit to bring along cameras wherever they went. “Indeed. I’ll be needing your cooperation to shoot a short video. I’ll present it to your father as a gift upon meeting him,” replied Gerald.

“ Boss, I finished fixing those cameras. Would you like me to hook them up?” Creed asked holding them in his hands “Yes.” “ you okay sir?” Creed asks “ Yes, I'm fine.” “ Are you sure? You look heartbroken” he mocked drawing tears with his finger down his cheek “ how can I be heartbroken when me and her aren’t even together?” I hissed “ say that to your face” he chuckled walking away “ fucking prick” I mumble to myself

Carter. *************************************************

As Trevor stepped into the pub, with everything he had learnt today and what had happened, he believed having a few drinks would calm him down. He was aware he would only forget what was happening to him until he became sober again. The pain would hit him ten times more than the previous one. Still, he didn't mind. He just wanted to forget he had lost the most precious thing to him. "Hey, buddy!" Trevor's eyes flitted to a muscular man with a buzz cut as he nudged him. "Got a lighter on you?" He pointed to the cigar that was settled between his lips. Trevor noticed as he spoke that a few teeth were missing from his upper and lower jaw. He didn't look like he had gotten into an accident.

Torque explains as he types like a maniac on his computer and an image appears of Cole and some shmuck at a dinner table. "Who the hell is that?" Max asks. "His name is Craig Delula. He is a notorious criminal. About twenty years ago he was more of a middle man, now he helps run Cole's business. This guy is like the biggest piece of shit there is, rumor is he has a son in prison for something he did, made his son take the fall."

Zander comments, looking over to me to see if I have anything to add. The human shrugs, “I only ever dealt with humans, some of them hunters and doctors, doing different experiments. A lot of the time, it was moving drugs from one place to another, I never knew what type of drugs they were, but it was only ever between humans. There was a name going around at the time, Lazarus. I never met him, but they all seemed to be afraid of him.” “Some packs were involved, I’m not sure if they were threatened or if they had no choice like my father, but we weren't the only ones,” Grace said, her voice strained and tight. Her mate pulled her in tightly again, wrapping his arms back around to comfort her

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.

“Still locked up. His military friend was a big help in securing many hunters’ loved ones, including your grandmother.” “You still think we can trust that guy?” “We trust our guts. Besides, John’s old maid, Vivian, is in charge. John trusted her, so should we.” Tessa took a deep breath. “I joined the hunters seven years ago. This is the craziest shit we’ve ever encountered.” “I agree,” Michael muttered. He turned to Vee, who had been quiet the whole time, her gaze fixed on her phone. “What the hell are you reading?” “Novels. They keep me calm.”

“What are you doing here?” Craig flashed me a wide grin that immediately made me suspicious, pushing his way past me and into my apartment. He headed right for the fridge and pulled out two beers, popping the tops before sinking down onto my mottled white leather sofa. At least he had the good sense to put the beer caps in the trash before leaving the kitchen area. He handed me a beer and pulled two rectangular pieces of glossy paper out of his pocket, sliding one out from behind the other as if he were performing a magic trick. “I got tickets, so I came to get you so we can go to the game.”

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."