Cromwell Review Novels & Stories

He was a good dad. Cromwell's are descended from the great king of rogues... Marcus Cromwell. He was vicious like all rogues are. He invaded packs and converted them to the nomad lifestyle. There was no home or territory for rogues. That kind of life wasn't what my father wanted. He gave up the crown when he came of age. Even though it was his birthright. He wanted a home and a mate. Father was a kind spirit. I believed that when I had my own views on the world. He was a rogue until he met my mother.

Justin replied. "and that's not you," Rein added. My wolf was agitated and at the same time felt disrespected. "You think you knew too well!" Cromwel gritted his teeth almost baring his lips. Lucas laughed," Come one, willie boy, do what you want to do." "Don't! Don't give in to your emotions, Cromwel. Just let him say what he has to say. All that cr*p's saying is useless," I commanded.

I take a croquette from the bowl held by a maid and turn to him saying, "I will be there shortly. Thank you for letting me know." He bows and I raise my right hand to signal that he has been dismissed. He leaves as soon as my hand goes down and I take a bit on the croquette I picked. The salty and creamy cheese in it melts in my mouth and I savored its flavor up to the last bite. I wipe my mouth off its crumbs and start walking towards the banquet hall.

Cromwell was back, he had made his decision. “Miss.Cromwell resembles both you and Madam,” Secretary Frank rarely spoke so candidly. “She is also respectful toward us employees.” Hearing this, Mr. Cromwell let out a long sigh. “My failing health has caused you all to suffer as well.” “It’s not your fault!” Secretary Frank quickly reassured him. “With Miss.Cromwell here, we will surely be treated well.” Amelia, unsure how the conversation had shifted to her, remained silent. But Mr. Cromwell was visibly proud. “Amelia is kind and righteous. Tell me, doesn’t she remind you of my younger days?”

“This is here is one of our sponsors, Mr. Wolffe. But Mr. Wolffe is skeptical about investing his money in this cause without seeing for himself that the hospital really is in dire need of his assistance. He requested to see every section of the hospital and he asked that you be his guide.” Her eyes were suddenly rooted to his back as he slowly turned in his chair to look at her. There was that intensity in his eyes as he regarded her again and the hint of a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. Matt Wolffe. She forced herself to calm down. But how could she when he once again caught her off guard? She should have recognized the hair, the expensive suit stretched over the broad shoulders bu

For them, beauty was not a thing to be flaunted but endured—the glimmer of frost upon stone, the sound of snow cracking beneath boots, the stillness of a frozen lake. But here, in Cromwell, everything gleamed. Candles spilled their light across honey-gold walls, ribbons shimmered from the rafters, and servants scurried like well-trained doves with their trays of wine. It was unbearable in its brightness. To August’s eyes, it seemed almost mocking.

"The car held a first-aid kit, top-shelf liquor, and three hundred brand-new Brownings. "What's your call on handling them? Your wish is my command." With those words, a hush fell over the hall, thick and heavy as a tomb. I could feel Nolan's stare, sharp as a blade on my skin, but I did not look back. "Sophia!" Nolan's voice, laced with restrained fury, came from behind me. "Are you out of your mind? Do you even know who William Vincent is? He's got more blood on his hands than the entire Winston clan!"

Entering Avalon Palace, Arthur says to William, "My clothes are still wet; I need to change. Wait for me." King Alexander, Arthur's elder brother, had finally reclaimed the royal power from their mother, the Dowager Queen, four years ago. It was during that tumultuous period that an assassin from the Ravenwood family severely injured Alexander at a banquet. In the midst of the tumultuous and disorderly situation, Archbishop John Blackwood emerged as the central and crucial figure, effectively countering the imminent threat posed by the assassin's critical strike and subsequently retaliating by eliminating the assailant. Furthermore, Archbishop Blackwood displayed his exceptional leadership b

Focused. Mr. Cromwell sat behind his desk, reading through the documents Alex had handed him earlier. He didn’t rush. He never did when something mattered. Alex stood opposite him, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the man who had rebuilt a crumbling firm piece by piece. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes, evidence of long nights and relentless work but his posture was steady. Determined. “This is thorough,” Mr. Cromwell said at last, looking up. “You’ve thought this through carefully.”