Dc Cullen Novels & Stories

CALLUM Jayden, the only guy in our group who isn't afraid to speak his mind even when being stared at by three females. He is blonde like me and he has deep blue eyes, more deeper than mine that tends to change colors everytime. Sometimes I think his eyes are purple. He is a 6 feet 2 and very athletic, if you know what I mean. He isn't on the football or basket ball team in the school because he doesn't like them. But he goes to the gym a lot and he spends his time in a boxing arena during weekends. He wrestles sometimes too. He lives with his mum and his elder sister. His dad, let's just say some where in the world like my dad neglecting his duties. He changes phones too much just like tash

Damon: The office lights dimmed as I shut down the final report on Caleb. “I refuse to believe that he is going to be a traitor. There is something wrong about this. There is something that we do not know.” My eyes burned from the hours spent reviewing files, hunting leads that led to dead ends, and trying to piece together what the hell happened to a man who had never once strayed without reason. Ethan and Carter stood quietly nearby, their energy heavy with the same exhaustion I carried.

The trio waved at her in a friendly manner and left, leaving Boma stunned by what had just happened. Boma went to use the restroom before leaving. As she entered the common area, she overheard a conversation between a couple of girls in one of the stalls. She paused and listened intently when she heard Donovan's name mentioned. The girls' voices were distinct: one was tiny and high-pitched, while the other was bold and assertive. "Someone told me that Donovan, the guy running for SUG President, is a cultist," the tiny voice claimed. "Did you know that?"

I reply. Kaden lets out a chuckle when I tell him this. I sit down on the couch and relax. I love seeing everyone and spending time with everyone, but that is a lot of people. I don’t do great in large crowds; even if they are family, it still gives me anxiety. I leaned into Kaden as soon as he sat down beside me. We have planned our wedding. It will be this fall. I wanted to wait until Colton was almost a year because I was hoping he would be walking. I think it would be adorable if he were able to walk down the aisle as the ring bearer. I know he would need someone to walk with him, but it would still be cute to see him in a little tux carrying the rings. He is already trying to

he grumbled. I snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Save it for Brennan. We both know he gives you more shit than I do.” “That’s why you’re my favorite brother.” “I’m sure.” “Naw, it’s true. You are.” “I am today.” “I have news for you too.” “Better than mine?” “Nope. Well, maybe. Cillian Donahue is alive and well and living in Astoria. He is in WITSEC.” Fuck. “Witness protection for what?”

Daniel asked Sabrina, she nodded and chewed her steak. “Yes. Born and raised, this is actually my first time leaving home,” “I got a Job in Chicago, me and Sierra are moving there next month. I'm going to be a partner at Dillion and Quinton law firm,” “Are you kidding?” Sabrina asked. Daniel shakes his head. “Nope,” Sabrina smiles, shaking her head. “This is such a small world. My brother Phil Quinton,” Daniel raises his brow, “Really? He's the one that offered me the partnership after I won the Pérez murder trial,”

It was like we had stumbled upon some long-forgotten, abandoned castle - and who knew what secrets it held? As we approached, a large group of people, including both men and women, stood around the stairs leading up to what appeared to be a stone stage. Dane emerged and ascended the steps, followed by two men who escorted Catrina out. She had clearly been badly beaten, with bruises and blood staining her face. I stepped forward, but Kendra caught my arm and whispered, “Don’t,” keeping her eyes on the events ahead. How could she remain so composed while I was a bundle of nerves? My stomach was churning, and I felt like throwing up.

I concluded. Darcy lowered her head, looking at the paper in her hand. She snorted while shaking her head. “Cullen is a good man. He’s not perfect, but he wouldn’t lie to me. What are you planning to do with these fake results?” “I didn’t fake the test results,” I stated. She scoffed. “Oh. Really? Do you think I’d believe the results from one clinic over two labs that say Cullen and Keane are father and son?” the woman challenged.

“Where’s Ava?” “Oh—she went out to get some materials for her project,” Nia said. I nodded, about to sit down when my phone buzzed on the table. I grabbed it quickly, thinking it was Ava. But it wasn’t. It was Cullen. Message from Cullen: “Make sure you don’t kill anyone, Sel. No matter how far you’re pushed.” I stared at the message, my heart thumping hard. Kill anyone? What did he just find out that’s making him say something like this?

Someone wanted him dead! Philip’s face froze. He took out his phone, dialed Victor Bell's number, and said coldly, “Victor, look into someone for me right this instant. Jacky Cullen. I want all his details and connections!” A few minutes later, Philip received a call from Victor. “Young Master Clarke, Jacky Cullen has a cousin in Uppercreek named Joey Cullen. He runs a winery business and monopolizes one-third of the hotels and nightclubs in Uppercreek. He has a lot of influence in Uppercreek and many people under him.”