Cullen Rutherford Novels & Stories

Chris: Pardon me if you mind, but I am kinda in a hurry Mrs Rutherford. I said as soon as she set the glass on the table. Mrs Rutherford: I know why you are in a hurry, Mr Hunt. I am here to help you. I am a senior investigation officer of Scotland Yard. Agent Wolf had sent me here. She replied with a small smile on her face. I nodded my head. Chris: How do you know, Mr Wolf? If I may ask? I asked her and she nodded her head. Mrs Rutherford: I guess, a week before your wedding, I went to New York City to find my husband. It was agent Wolf who helped me find my husband. If it wasn't for him, he would have died long ago.

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."

He had never felt this strongly for anyone before. Aria blushed at Colin's confession. It was the most romantic and dark expression she had ever heard. “I would kill for you.” She deepened the kiss, moaning in his mouth. ~~~ “Cullen, why didn't you bring Hope and Valic?” Yuri asked as he walked into the office. He had a cold aura and seemed tense. Cullen handed Fern Montgomery a file and excused her. Fern and Cedar were sisters and both were top-notch warriors. Fern’s wolf could pass for a German Shepard and often came in handy when dealing with public places. He even had a service vest ready for her.

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.

—but he pushed it down and stepped forward with measured confidence. “Good morning, Ma’am Carla,” he greeted, his voice warm yet tinged with nervousness. Carla looked up, her face brightening instantly. “Good morning to you too, Fernand.” “Ma’am, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you,” he continued, shifting his weight slightly, “but I need to ask for something important.” Carla’s pulse quickened. She gestured gracefully to the chair opposite her. “Please, sit down first.” Fernand lowered himself into the seat, acutely aware of how close they were. Carla’s cheeks flushed with quiet excitement. Since her husband’s death, she had felt the heavy loneliness of widowhood.

They had recently moved the business from within the city to four acres west of I-95 on Eau Gallie Boulevard, one of the more isolated areas in Melbourne. One of the major construction conglomerates in East and Central Florida, Rutherford Construction handled office buildings, hospitals, and million-dollar homes and even did some work for the major amusement parks that filled Orlando. The founder, Neal Rutherford, was a self-made man who started flipping houses in the '90s and then just kept stretching his reach until he was one of the most sought-after contractors in Florida. Rumor had it he was even putting his fingers into projects in Georgia, Alabama, and Mississippi.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.