Cullen Rutherford Novels & Stories

Within the perimeter of our university, Roy was explicitly not the sole masculine figure who received unyielding adulation from the female demographic. There existed another high-profile entity. Namely... Mr. Jefri. Hah? What? In a terrifyingly brief flash, my entire cognitive framework stood completely paralyzed, absolutely petrified by the horrific trajectory of my own deductions. It was an absolute impossibility. My internal processing unit had undoubtedly suffered a catastrophic error. There was absolutely zero structural chance that the masculine entity in question was Mr. Jefri. "Dita... this future husband of yours... it isn't Mr. Jefri, is it?"

He dialed Cullen's number and listened to the phone ring with the morbid feeling of a man going to his own funeral. Cullen was sitting in his office going over the report he had neglected earlier. He was trying to decide if Ranaild was the only traitor or if he needed to jail all of the people on the list. His phone rang and he picked it up to see who was calling him. When he saw the caller ID his wolf went into overdrive. He flipped open the phone and growled into the receiver, "Tell me why I shouldn't rip your throat out."

Cullen had called Colin Andrews, the ancient vampire who lived just east of the pack's border. Colin had been semi-friendly to Cullen for the last two hundred years and had played a part in keeping the peace in the region. Colin was the oldest vampire in the United States, and nearly all others feared or respected him. Cullen had explained about scenting a youngling at the hotel. And that there was a rogue wolf pack prowling their lands.

Rowan hesitated, his voice dropping even deeper. “ A boy who had escaped the dungeon. A boy who was now seen as a threat to the members of the pack.” Ava sucked in a dramatic breath. “Oh no. Ohhh no. Cullen got on a wanted list? Fantastic. Just perfect. We’re the worst trio in history.” Cullen muttered, “Why am I on a list? I didn’t even do anything too much. I just saved myself.” Rowan’s gaze locked on him. Hard. Sharp.

Leo replied as he came into the kitchen/living room. "He's not like Haden, is he?" I asked nervously. "Well... he's an Alpha," Leo said through gritted teeth. "We're all twats." "I see you're finally self-aware," I said. "Who is this Alpha?" I asked. "He's in the alliance and Alpha of a Russian pack called Polnoluniyesevera, which in English means Full moon of the north, a bit of a mouth full I know. Anyway, his name is Xander Kuznetsov, he's 21, mateless and likely to be the most powerful Alpha in Russia," Leo explained.

“For the past twenty years, your father and I have kept the crime we committed a secret. It is time you fully understand what happened then.” Marinduque, 1999 (THE PAST) The late afternoon sun bathed Carla’s elegant mansion in a warm, golden light. Manicured gardens stretched out from the grand veranda, fragrant with blooming hibiscus, orchids, and jasmine. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of ancient acacia trees, carrying the sweet scent of tropical flowers. One year after her husband’s untimely death, Carla had chosen to remain in the countryside rather than return to the bustling capital. Childless and now alone, she found quiet companionship in her loyal household staff and the peacefu

Ravens pov Man that was the hottest thing I have ever seen, not to mention the beauty of the woman in front of me, I have been around a lot of gorgeous woman in my life and even fucked a lot of them but none of them came close to this woman. She just turned around like nothing happened and sat down to put her knee high black boots on, like it was the most natural thing to happen. The same guards as before came in again and just shook their heads at the rouge, showing no signs of sympathy for the man dying on the cell floor. "Now how did we know that was going to happen" he chuckled and ordered one of the other guards to take the rouge out of the dungeon, he waited until the hallway was clear

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.

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.

“And more than anything… because she was following orders. Elena was nothing more than a pawn. The real enemy, the man who planned every single thing that happened to us from the very beginning… is Julian Rutherford.” Elara blinked in pure shock. She knew that name well. Julian Rutherford was one of the richest, most respected businessmen in the whole country. Everyone admired him—he was famous for donating millions to charities, for his perfect public image, for being seen as a kind, generous, and noble man. “Julian Rutherford? The man everyone looks up to?” Elara asked, unable to believe it. “That’s impossible. Everyone says he is a good person.”