Cullen Dc Novels & Stories

he grumbled. I snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Save it for Brennan. We both know he gives you more shit than I do.” “That’s why you’re my favorite brother.” “I’m sure.” “Naw, it’s true. You are.” “I am today.” “I have news for you too.” “Better than mine?” “Nope. Well, maybe. Cillian Donahue is alive and well and living in Astoria. He is in WITSEC.” Fuck. “Witness protection for what?”

Leesburg, Georgia Good Ole Boys Pack Cullen was sitting in his office looking over several reports when the door opened with a knock. Only two people had the gall to open without his permission to enter, Ivory his mate, and Aaron his second in command. He knew by the scent it was not his mate. Without looking up Cullen spoke. “I just printed the last report. It seems Jade may be on to something.”

“Good morning, Heather. I hope I didn’t surprise you by coming,” Cullen said as he sat back down. “We haven’t made small talk in a while.” I sat down on the couch in front of him. “What is it? As I recall, we don’t have any business cooperation.” He chuckled. “Is it because your sister and I are divorced that I can’t come as a friend?” “We’re not friends, Cullen,” I reminded him. “You’d rather hang out with a woman like Darcy than me, who doesn’t believe in myself.”

He was young and he seemed to have a successful career. “Your legs… They recovered?” Cullen asked, his voice thick with disbelief. Yulene nodded and answered, “Yeah. What brings you here today?” Cullen replied with a smile, “I’m here to entertain my client. We just parted ways not long ago. Since we have not seen each other in so long, would you care to join me for a cup of tea?” “Let's do it some other time. I have something else to do tonight.” Cullen was Yulene’s coursemate. In college, Cullen used to be a famous person who had excelled in every aspect.

In college, Cullen used to be a famous person who had excelled in every aspect. He had become president of the student council, and all of the tutors and deans had been very familiar with him. After graduation, he had worked directly in the city where their college was located and had joined a rather impressive foreign company. As for Yulene, since she had lost her ability to walk because of her illness, she had returned to Clouspring after graduation and had not gone anywhere else. Truth be told, Cullen and Yulene had been pretty close back in college. But unfortunately, they had not become a couple.

Cullen just rolled his eyes and continued driving until Heart was gone from his sight. Cullen arrived at the department store first. He did not enter in the main entrance. He entered from the basement parking area. When he had arrived at the office. He sat down on his chair and looked at Heart’s desk. He then eyed at the wallclock. “I wonder what time she will go here. She must take a cab.” Cullen murmured to himself but he was waiting for her.

He needed to make this right. “When did this even start?” Vin continued. “And right under our noses?” “Could it be Cullen Reich?” Soren quipped. It shouldn’t come as a surprise. Cullen had once tried to flood the Ashen City with drugs before. The man had gotten off with a warning and a shattered knee, but he might use that as a cover-up. “I’m getting tired of hearing that name,” Vin replied through gritted teeth. “But it could be him. He tried to stir trouble at the Tomb as well.”

Cullen asked his driver to drop me off at the mansion after dropping him off at the office. "Get some rest Brielle, I know a guy who owns a building in a prime location in New York. It's a very popular spot for fashion stores," he explained. "I can arrange a meeting for you to view the space and discuss renting it." My heart swelled with gratitude. I couldn't believe that Cullen was willing to help me with something so important to me. "Thank you so much, Cullen," I said, beaming with excitement. "This means a lot to me."

The cold mist from the courtyard still clung to my skin. "There are two bedrooms down the hall," Cullen said, taking off his suit jacket and tossing it over the back of the velvet sofa. He loosened his silk tie, pulling it free from his collar. "Yours is the one on the left. The luggage has already been unpacked." "Thank you," I said, watching the flames dance over the logs. "We don't have much time to rest," Cullen continued. He walked over to a small crystal decanter on a side table and poured two fingers of amber liquor into a glass. "The welcome gala starts at eight o'clock tonight."