Curt Nod Novels & Stories

"She doesn't just walk down that road in the middle of a downpour to have tea with Mira. Not after the ridge. Not after what happened at the northern sector." Curtis took his hands off the table and leaned back in his chair, the wood giving a sharp creak that seemed to linger in the corners of the room. He reached into his vest pocket, pulled out a small piece of twine, and began tying a knot into the center of it, his thumbs working the coarse hemp over and over. "People go home when they run out of places to go," Curtis said.

Curtis walked to Lendon, supposed to ask him, but he choked back his words when he saw Kendra had passed out. “She fell asleep,” Lendon glared at Curtis and asked, “You also know about her plan tonight?” “I am sorry, My Lord,” Curtis lowered his head, apologizing. As Lendon wanted to say something, Kendra whispered something while sleeping. She got close to Lendon and rubbed his neck subconsciously. He barely heard what she said. “Let’s go back,” Lendon felt tickled as Kendra’s lips brushed his neck. “Yes, sir.” Curtis said and walked behind Lendon, “Right, My Lord, Miss Cullen passed out, and I have sent her to hospital and told her family.”

Lina tried to pacify Hope. After more pleading Hope finally nodded. “By the way Laura how do you understand hopes signing?” Lina asked curiously. “Back in my old pack I used to help a lady who taught the little kids at the school The days I didn’t go to school. There was a boy there who was also mute. His name was Kaden. He was 9. He was very stubborn but cute.”

Ruby snarled in harmony with my words, the fur of her neck spiking into a frenzy. "Don't fret, sweetheart, he's fine. For now." Curtis smiled to his own response while he stepped out of the shade, revealing the full extent of his deformity; half of his face was covered in scar tissue and honestly, even I wouldn't wish this kind of pain to my worst enemy... And yet part of me couldn't help but relish at the damage we'd cause.

But until they had Sapphire out of whatever nightmare she’d gotten herself into, he had to tread carefully. Unlike most of the Donovans, who were tall and blond, Curtis was a short, stocky guy with shoulder-length brown hair and a goatee. He had small, kinda beady brown eyes, and a nose that looked too long for his face. At first glance, he seemed harmless enough, until you got to know what a ruthless little bastard he was. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here,” Curtis said. “I lost one of my best men because of you, and had to fire another.” Razl snorted. “If they were your best, Donovan, then you need to do some new recruiting.”

Drake pointed at Curtis and said to everyone, “He is the leader of their hunter group. Are you all ready?” "Yes," They responded with a slight nod. Curtis stopped right in front of Nestor and said, “It’s nice to meet the leader of the clan at last. I hope you have a proper explanation for all the disasters you have caused in our city last month.”

I’m sorry but you know how it goes. Me: Right. Well then, don’t let me keep you any longer. Curtis: We will spend some time together when I get back. Please don’t be mad. Me: I’m not mad. Curtis: Yes you are. Me: No, I’m not. Curtis: Alright, later.

Slowly, he stepped forward, dragging his toes slightly as he walked. And something inside me shifted. There he is. Cassandra’s son. Victor’s blood. My nephew. He’s smaller than I imagined. Softer, too. But those eyes… they carry something of Cassandra—quiet strength wrapped in wonder. This is my nephew… I knelt down so I was at his height. “Hey, kid,” I said, trying not to sound like I just swallowed gravel. “I’m Adrian.” He blinked. “Are you the man with the big bike?”

Gracefully towards it and wore it, before walking to the front door and walked out barefooted. There were few people on the streets, and even though he looked suspicious, no one could judge, they rather thought maybe he was drunk and was now walking home. Nagato approached the car that was waiting for him and got in, the driver couldn't ask why he was dressed like that because of the heavy tension swirling around his boss. Quickly he pressed the clutch pedal with his left foot and drove off quietly towards the house. ___ Meanwhile, Kazuma who got into a cab was now at home, there was no need to go back to school since most students would have dispersed by now, he thought.

“I know Roo brought me back using some of his voodoo stuff. But he’s dead. I mean dead-dead. No one brought you back.” Curtis didn’t speak for a minute or two, a faraway look to his eyes. “That’s a good question,” he said slowly. “I know . . . there is a purpose to my being here. And before you ask, no, I don’t know what it is. I somehow just know.” He looked at Charley. “Maybe it’s something like what’s holding Easy Street here. Or Cassandra.” “Does that mean you are fucking working for that Voodoo bastard?” rumbled the Golem, shifting in the back of their borrowed ride.