Novel & Cerita Dan Greene

He didn’t mind her prissy attitude and shrugged it off easily, laughing a little when Jenny’s eyes widened at the tasty breakfast. “It was difficult to see the man who called the shots,” Gordon admitted, laughing at his little pun. “However, after injecting some interesting ideas in an elevator ambush, we got the appointment.” If there was one quirk about Gordon that Dawn found irritating, it was his love for puns at inappropriate moments. His sense of humour was too broken that Jenny gave up trying to teach him basic manners. Nevertheless, they respected each other’s skills in their respective domain and never overstepped professional boundaries.

NATHAN I try to concentrate my anger into a clenched fist. "Collins?" I say. The guy next to her turns to me first. "Ryan?" She widens her eyes and waves to the two people behind me. I stare at her, letting her know that I want an explanation. "Michael, this is Nathan Ryan, my boss. Mr. Ryan, Michael Grey, an old friend." Grey? That name... The Grey from the party? The college buddy.

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

“I know this isn’t what you wanted, but… maybe it’s what you need. Things are going to be different now, maybe for the better.” My throat clenched. I tried to smile. “Thank you.” Behind her shoulder, I saw Nolan. His jaw ticked. He muttered something under his breath I couldn’t hear. Mira turned just enough to look at him, her expression shifting, subtle, just a flicker of something darker.

"There is someone who helps me. He is Mr. Fernandes." Diana followed where George pointed, and it turned out to be directed at the man currently driving their ship. "Thank you Mr. Fernandes for your help," George said earnestly. Fernandes, the man who also knew the murderer of Alpha Stevan's father, bowed respectfully when he saw Diana. All the information George had gotten, including everything about Pack Delonix, had come from that man. He was a former Pack Delonix member who had escaped on the day Alpha Stevan's father was shot. He was the only witness who clearly saw the incident.

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

But beneath the table my palm was curled tightly into a fist. “You are so great, Old man.” I forced every nerve to say those words. “Do you know what’s even greater?” He beamed while I gulped down my saliva. “Full moon is tonight. Tonight is going to be Green’s last.”

They might be thinking that I am now assuming the position of CEO. "Good morning, Mr. Salvatore," a woman greeted me, and if I'm not mistaken it was Lincoln's secretary. "Morning," I sparingly replied to her, I didn't even mention her name because I might get it wrong. I left the building and immediately went to the parking space. When I got in my car, I immediately turned on the engine and started driving back to the pack house. I was listening to pop-rock music while in the middle of the drive when I suddenly saw the Mystic Grill, I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva and I suddenly felt hungry so I quickly turned around and headed to Mystic Grill. I forgot to eat breakfast earlier because

A lot. “Leo, is this your pack?” The big guy’s cheeks flushed, and then his gaze darted to Gabe and then Odis. “Yes.” He was wearing a green, ripped sleeveless shirt and I could clearly make out the hickies along his neck. They almost matched mine, but I had a sneaking suspicion he might have more. “What a small world,” I murmured.

he added. Dillon heaved a sigh, and in just a snap, he was gone in Drake’s sight. Unexpectedly, Emily looked at Drake. She faked her smile and waved her swab. “I’m still cleaning. Do you need anything?” Emily shouted; it echoed throughout the whole living room. Drake kept his expressionless face while walking toward Emily. Emily’s mouth parted a bit and thought. ‘Fuck, why does he look so fucking like a Greek God while walking? He looks dashing, including his dark aura,’ she thought.