Darry Curtis Novels & Stories

I just let him be and then let him leave my office moments later. I could already see Mr. Davis were busy with his phone on the sofa by the lobby. He looked at Francois then back to his phone again. Minutes later Gary showed him to my office and left us. I greeted him and shake his hand. Must be the celebrity aura, but I was instantly captivated by him immediately. He was as handsome and even more in real life. Gary had given me his report this afternoon, and I had read through it all, It was all very scandalous. I had to make sure our legal put on extra details for his contract.

Zara's POV A few songs later the crowd around the table thinned out a little, and a guy stepped up with his hand stretched toward me. “Come down before you fall,” he said, smiling up at me. He had light brown skin and dimples and an easy kind of cute that didn’t feel dangerous. Grey hoodie, tall, the kind of smile that probably got him what he wanted most of the time. I took his hand and stepped off the table. My feet hit the floor a little harder than I meant, and he caught my elbow to steady me. The rum was still swimming in my head, but not enough to make me stupid. Not yet.

“Yeah. I think so.” Curtis is kicked back. Watching the moons reflection dance across the lake. “I think she’s good for you, man. You’re…. not as grouchy.” I get my back up and scowl. “I’m not grouchy.” Dale raises his bottle. “Oh, you’re grouchy.” He smiles before swinging his beer.

It was the confirmation enzo needed, if only to ensure he didn’t put the wrong man’s daughter through the wringer. “Software development,” she said, just like he knew she would. “But he’s retired, now. He tried to start his own company way back when, but it didn’t work out.” Goddamn right it didn’t work out. “He’s done mostly consulting work ever since. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Aron Rumero.”

I say, grabbing an apple on my way to my room to call Speedy and share the news. "So, you're going to have access to Mr. Jim Darby's house?" Speedy says in awe. Jim is a legend at Scotts High. He was the star quarterback in the late 90s and early 2000s, and he went on to have a successful career in the NFL before retiring and becoming a sportscaster. "Calm down. Yes, I get to live with Jim and have some fun teasing the water girl while I'm at it," I say, rubbing my hands together.

There was nothing to be nervous about. "Let's get you another one of those," the Hispanic man said and signaled to the bartender. We began chatting as I sipped on another glass of alcohol. The man sitting on my left was a tall, thin black man named Curtis. He had gone to Columbia and was now an accountant by day. He was clearly very intelligent and witty, and confident in himself. On my right was Greg, who had gone to BYU as a baseball player and become a Mormon missionary before leaving and finding a new life as a high-school gym teacher. He had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was the shortest of the group, and also probably the most reserved.

I doubt he would want to date anyone that much younger. “Get out of your own head. You are beautiful Kaycie. I remember seeing you that night at the club and thought how gorgeous the DJ was. Unlike your cousin and Felipe, Darryn is not a player. He is a bad boy but not a player. I have known him for years and I can tell you this for certain.” She explains.

They don’t have anyone to defend them anymore. Curtis realizing that he have made friend with the wrong people let out a burst of laughter. At last, his old age have made his mind gibberish. Even his judgment wasn’t what it used to be like anymore. For he have joined hands with an unworthy ally. He thought about his sins and the guilt against his clan. He sighs and whispers, “Even she won’t be able to help if the whole entire werewolves clans comes for us.” Then a chuckle of madness crackled the air. He almost sounds as if he was ready for his demise. Austin thought it was strange as this eagle was looking rather cheerful before his death “What’s so funny?” asked Austin. He thought that mayb

No, not Andre. Curtis Arciero himself.

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."