Craig Tucker Novels & Stories

And now that things have changed, do I trust him? "Yes." I declared and his smile went bigger. He blew a sack of air that felt like it's a sigh of relief about all of his worries and fear. Looking straight into my eyes, he said, "Good, because trust is what we need to make this work." My heart melted at his words. It was simple but again, it held so much meaning. I never even thought that the ruthless businessman, Cyrus Steele, is capable of saying such things. What more, think about making this, us, work.

Good to see you, Tug," Wyck said, putting a smile on his face and pumping the big man's proffered hand up and down in greeting. The clap on his shoulder almost had him falling over. Tug had been a defensive tackle on the football team while he'd been a running back. While the man's gut had obviously grown over the intervening years, he was still broad-shouldered and, apparently, strong. "What have you been up to, Crockett?" Tug asked, his gap-toothed smile wide and friendly. Wyck gave a little wince at the name and an inward sigh. He started in on the spiel he had locked down having repeated it over and over since he'd entered the store. Got a scholarship to Old Miss. Living in Richmond. Wor

In other words, it was a challenge to clear out 60% of their backlog within three months like that. Tucker lit a cigarette for Javier before lighting one for himself. As he puffed on it, he recounted something, taking what sounded like a detour. “I was in the army in my youth, you know. I had a comrade in my troop whose name was Perry De Peterbus. We were the top of our class, we got assigned to the same company, and we became brothers-in-arms. We were both the cream of the crop too, so we were naturally rivals. He broke records during assault courses. I broke records in FTX. Neither of us had the upper hand against one another.

Craig still looked salty but simply nodded his head obediently. Tristan put his mug down on the table, and joined both of his hands, resting his chin and looked at Craig as if he were in a fan moment, and asked with a fake dazed expression on his face, “So, uh, Mr. Craig, tell me more stuff about gay sex that I don’t want to know. Oh, by the way, big fan.” He kept that pose intact for a while before breaking into laughter.

T H O M A S For the past few days, I've been closely monitoring Hera. She must be out of her mind if she thinks I would ever leave her alone. If I'm not keeping an eye on her, there's always someone else I trust who is. But you know who I don't trust? Dale. He's Hera's so-called friend who runs the bookstore across the street. Even though his background check came up clean, something doesn't sit right with me. I don't appreciate how he spoke to me.

he says. "Really. I do not have the connections you do. If the Vampire Authority finds out we are having unauthorized auctions it is over for both of us. We have to stick together on this," I tell him. Mr. Craig runs his hand through his dark wavy hair and then slams it on the desk. "I am fully aware. That is why I want out. I am ready to have a family. Tatina is perfect to start a family with," he says.

"I'm still your teacher Craig-" "You're not my teacher, you're my brother- wait, scratch that. You're not my brother either, you're HIS brother!" Craig finished what his so called teacher was about to say as he pointed the still silent guy besides his 'teacher'. "Craig please-" "I'm not going to be the Vice President, I don't plan to and I'll never do, period. Okay now? Can I leave? I still have my classes." He immediately stand and was ready to leave when he heard thew very familiar voice.

The air crackled with anticipation, every eye trained on the podium where the candidates stood side by side. When the announcement was finally made, declaring Donovan the new SUG president, the room erupted into cheers and applause. Boma's heart swelled with pride and relief as she exchanged jubilant looks with Hilda. Amidst the celebration, Teni's expression remained inscrutable, though her eyes betrayed a hint of resentment as she watched Boma and Hilda share a moment of camaraderie. With Donovan's victory secured, the campus erupted into a frenzy of celebration, his supporters cheering his name with fervent enthusiasm.

“I can find the man who set him up. I can make it right. I will fix it, I am begging you…” “You cannot fix what you broke,” I said. “You cannot buy back competence. And given the damage caused, I believe that you and I are both aware that you can’t buy a brain to know when to shut the fuck up.” His eyes widened and he began to plead harder. “Please, Alpha. Give me a chance. I will find him. I will make it right. I will…”