Darry Curtis Novels & Stories

She’d always suspected that Curtis was a dangerous man, though she had no real idea in what way. Yeah, she’d seen him brutally and viciously beat drunk men to a pulp, but then again, that was his job. Bouncing at Curves meant that Curtis was among the first people to step forward when trouble started – and trouble started there often.

“The files you requested have been distributed to the executives including Mr. Frank,” Curtis reported to Alpha Darren. Meanwhile, Alpha Darren was still checking the financial reports he had compiled himself from the company database. He was so focused that he didn't notice the incoming message on his phone. “Sorry Alpha Darren, your wife sent a message.” His hand slipped when Canis said 'his wife'. Yes, Alpha Darren did name Diana's contact as 'my wife' instead of her real name. He looked at Diana's desk and found it empty.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

“$80,000! Any one? Okay—.” . “$200,000 dollars.” A masculine voice spoke and suddenly the room fell in silence. My eyes looked around for who was it but my head snapped to the host who started to speak, “$200,000! Anyone? Anyone? Okay $200,000 one, two and three. Sold! Sold to mr James Russo.” My eyes widened in horror. James? James Russo?! Is it the same James Russo thatI know? Oh no! I was pulled up again by my forearm and dragged ruthlessly away from the spotlight and back to the backstage. I was shivering and I was sure I looked no less than a wet dog, shivering with tears rolling down her eyes, and wet face.

It must have cost hundreds of millions of dollars. “Excuse me?” He walked into the locker room and I refused to walk backwards. No man was going to intimidate me—especially one I didn’t know. “You should quit and look for another job. There is no place for a whore like you here.” Suddenly, Derek appeared behind him. It started to make sense. One of them was feeding the other with malicious information about me. The reason was still unknown. “Do I know you?” I asked. He stepped closer, into my personal space to intimidate me but I refused to cower in fear. I may have been broke but I wasn’t a coward.

Then he saw Derrick, who was tall and slender, disappear from the door. "Mr. Fisher?" The housekeeper looked at Curtis and asked. "Let him be." Curtis waved at the housekeeper and said, "I'm tired. You can go now." Curtis weighed the choices he had to make in his heart. He needed to see how far Derrick could go! In the car, Derrick dialed Patrick's number. After the call was connected, Derrick said, "Patrick, listen up. I won't give up on Gloria. I'll protect the Blood Moon Pack as well. Let's see who will be the winner!"

dressed in a simple Jeans and black T I drive to Dr Lee's which is 30 minutes away after getting the kids in their twin stroller I move to get their bag when I feel someone behind me. "Amanda right ?" I turn around to look at the person it's one of Travis friend's I remember him I just don't remember his name "yes ,uhmm you Mr Parkers friend "yes Carter "he looks at my kids Carrie is bothering sleeping Camden her dirty blonde her , green eyes give her away on who her father is same as Camden.

She turned to Maya as she asked this question, asking with her eyes if the dude was right. “Yes, he is my brother. My younger brother.” Maya said out aloud, reading off the question from Sheila's eyes. She bit her lip as she watched Sheila sigh disappointedly, as she heard the murmurs begin in the crowd again. Curtis opened his mouth to defend himself and his integrity but Derek beat him to it. “Curtis is to be trusted.” Derek stated simply, before going ahead to call out all the warriors that had been sent to his uncle’s pack.

He had heard about the rumors of his death and had reached out to Leita to let her know that he was still alive. Danielle listened intently, feeling a sense of admiration for Curtis's bravery and resourcefulness. She knew that he had always been a fighter, but this showed her a new side of him that she had never seen before. Finally, after what felt like hours of riding, they arrived at a small cabin nestled in the woods. Leita led Danielle inside, and there he was - Curtis, sitting by the fire with a solemn expression on his face.

My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently. Before I knew it, I started fighting Cassandra in the air. “Enough!” Damon yelled and struck her on the arm. Cassandra dropped to the floor, coughing. Damon rushed to Scarlett first and looked straight at her wound. “It’s not silver. She will heal.” Then he turned to me. He tapped my shoulders gently, bringing me back from that edge. “Annie, breathe. I’ve got you.” The anger left my body for a while. I hurried to my mother to hold her and make sure she was safe and doing well. Then, she smiled slightly at me. “I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this.