Curt Nod Novels & Stories

George offered a reassuring smile. “We will. Call us if anything comes up—anytime.” With final hugs exchanged and the house secured, they stepped out into the cool morning air. Their black Honda CRV gleamed under the emerging sunlight, its sturdy frame a reliable companion for the journey ahead. George loaded the last of their bags into the trunk, then slid behind the wheel.

Nerd said. "That is Yang Dae-Su." he pointed to the young man who'd flexed; "That is Taeyang Cass, he refuses to go by his real name, so we are forced to call him Cass," he pointed to the boy in the black suit and full of arrogance. "That is Antonio Lucas Jeremiah Lebel. His Korean name is Lebel Jun-Seo but he insists we call him Jeremy." The nerd pointed to the blond drummer who gave a bright smile. "That is Rhee Min-Jun," the boy in complete white gave a soft nod. "The one presently knocked out would be Kyung Jiho, and I am Duskin Nighting."

When I wake up I found myself in the couch wrapped around in blankets at least 3 of them I chuckled mom but then I ended up coughing instead of laughing and the cough made my head hurt alot on top of that my nose was very runny on one side and dry on the other urgh I hate when this happens. When I checked my phone I found like a dozen messages from an unknown number so I opened them. "Where the fuck are you?" "Got dammed Emma it's fucking pouring come back"

He set the bowl back down and leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping to a quieter tone. “The less questions you ask, little wolf… the better your chances of getting out of the prison Rolan put you in.” I stared at him, confused, startled, and suddenly more awake than I’d been all morning. “What… what is that supposed to mean?” Before I could fully process his words, he straightened, wiped his hand on his cloak, and finally introduced himself with a small, sharp smile. “I’m Curtis,” he said. “Rolan’s beta.” My heart skipped painfully.

Node shove the man’s hand from his shoulder and left him standing. The angered man furrowed his brows. “You little piece of--” He yelled as he jumped towards Node with a punch. Node stopped without looking back with his his head still lowered. “Am with the bounty collector.” Node countered. The man froze, he slightly shivered, took a step back. Without saying a word he left. Node scoffed and walked to the opposite direction then he heard noise from a distance, people chattering and singing, raised his head to look spontaneously his pupils dilated.

Staring at his wrist, Rhode studied the time on his watch and said, “Two hours from now.” At twelve on the dot, Noah was standing in front of the Carnell’s mansion gate, dressed in dusky black jeans and a dull blue shirt, his hair neatly brushed back, “Name,” The security at the gate asked, eyeing Noah suspiciously. “Jack Curtis,” Noah said, holding a fake ID that Rhodes had made for him. “I am here for an interview for the servant position.” Looking through his identification, the security guard nodded and said, “Come this way.”

Yet, there was still no answer. "Damn it!" He hurled his phone onto the couch. Zac entered the room and, seeing this scene, a barely perceptible hint of calculation flashed in his eyes. He approached Colin and said, "Don't worry. Mr. Caldwell might be handling other business." "Other business?" Colin scoffed. "Cygnus Tech is finished, and he can't even offer an explanation!" Zac handed him a cup of coffee. "A temporary setback doesn't mean anything. Mr. Caldwell has always been a strategic thinker. He might be planning something new."

He was just closing the door of his daughter Nora's bedroom. I don't know what I would have done in a similar situation if our positions were reversed, plus I was a little off balance about being caught roaming the halls of the house this late at night. Curtis was in his own home and I guess he was more in the moment. Very calmly he brought his finger to his lips in the universal sign for "not a sound." I saw him consider the situation for a moment, he clearly knew everything he needed to know, then gave a friendly gesture that I follow him.

“You look like you’ve been dragged to hell, and even hell didn’t want ya and sent you packin’.” “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tease, rolling my eyes. “You’re a real southern gentleman, Curtis.” He waves me off with one of his huge, calloused hands. Curtis is average height and portly, but his strength is truly incredible. His stained white shirt is coated in sweat while he yanks and fumbles with the chainsaw, mumbling curses under his breath. I find his company comforting in a way I can’t explain. “Are there… big animals out here?”

Stephen kept his sharp, cold eyes trained on Curtis. The latter didn't cower in fear at all. Instead, he met Stephen's gaze impatiently. "Sir, what do you want from me? I'm just a regular worker here. You've wasted a minute of my working hours. I won't be able to clock out on time later thanks to you." It was then that Stephen averted his gaze. "I heard that you're quite close to Conan." "Oh, you must be talking about that idiot." Curtis explained nonchalantly, "He's richer than the other kids, not to mention more gullible as well. I tend to ask for pocket money whenever I feel like it, if you get what I mean."