Dean Cain Novels & Stories

Fox announced, and I nodded. “What else?” “Cain grew up in France, and at the age of eighteen, he left,” Fox explained, and I nodded. “Go on.” “Cain was once married to a lady named Rita, but they got divorced after two years of marriage. That is all about his personal life, sir,” Fox said and dropped the palmtop on my desk.

Logan exudes too much raw masculine confidence for someone to let his height make them believe he couldn’t kick their ass. And now, finally, my graduation has arrived. Dad was a little disappointed I didn’t make valedictorian. He felt I was more intelligent than anyone else, but he’s my dad and mostly biased. I’m okay with not winning valedictorian. I didn’t want to have to give a big speech and crap. I’ll have to do that enough when I become Luna of Bloodmoon, and we merge the packs. I sat in my seat with my fellow graduates, waiting for my name. Thankfully my last name is at the start of the alphabet, so I didn’t wait long. “Aurelia Christian,” the principal called my name. I smiled, stand

I got my ass ready to leave, "If that's all you got..." "There's one other thing I'd like to discuss with you before you go." "And what's that" I dropped back down on the chair. "It's about Caitlin." "Caitiebear? If you're about to tell me some off colored shit about my daughter I know that you're lying, my kid..." "No-no, it's nothing like that. Did you know that your daughter is exceptionally bright? She's captain of the debate team, president of the student body and the math club and I understand she even finds time to volunteer at the children's hospital while keeping up with her studies."

Looking at the old man with a puzzled expression, I also looked at them. "What's with the ruckus, Caden?" he asked, forcefully pronouncing his son's name. "Did I really see you causing trouble with your own secretary?" He added. "It's not what you think, Dad!" he exclaimed. "Me and Ms. Beckett are just talking about—" "I'm going to resign, Mr. Chairman!" I interrupted the CEO's explanation. They were all staring at me. "I heard you were the newly hired secretary; why did you want to resign so abruptly?" The old man looked surprised when I mentioned this.

I could smell cigarettes and weed and that same mix of leather and motor oil that had surrounded me last time. The guy who answered was younger than Cain, Reaper, or Ghost—maybe mid-thirties, with a kutte that said "Prospect." His eyes widened when he saw me. "Uh, you lost, sweetheart?" "I'm looking for Cain." His eyebrows shot up. "You know the Prez?" Before I could answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise. "Let her in." Cain stood at the other end of the room, leaning against the bar with his arms crossed. Even from here I could see the satisfaction in his pale eyes.

It almost made me freak out. "Where's Collins?" I asked, approaching her. "Good morning, Mr. Ryan! I received a message from her saying she couldn't come in today." "She didn't say why?" "No, sir." What the hell is going on? How come she didn't speak to me directly? "Mr. Ryan?" Megan called me, causing me to stop at the door of my office. "Yes?" "The dean of Columbia University called this morning to schedule a meeting. You had the first part of the morning free, so I booked it for nine."

Cain says, glancing across at me and even though I'm not sure how he could protect me from a giant angry wolf, he's so confident and reassuring that my body immediately starts to relax. I must have gotten more familiar with the area than I thought, because when he pulls off the road into a car park, I get a strong sense of déjà vu. "There's a pretty little lake over there." Cain points towards a group of trees. We chat about simple things, my university course and life with my friends, his life down here, friends, family. He visibly tenses when talking about his parents, admitting he doesn't get on well with his dad and his mother died when he was young, which is sad, but he seems more conce

Cali snorted from the couch adjacent to the L couch we were occupying. I gave my sister a questioning look and she sighed, shaking her head. “Never believe everything that comes out of Klausian’s mouth, Ren.” “What do you mean?” I stared at Klaus who wore a blank face as he lifted Griffin on his lap, slumping down on the carpeted floor. Devin wrapped his arms around my shoulder, “he doesn’t have a son, agápi mou.” (my love) “What?!” I blurted out, “you said you have a son, the same age as Griffin.”

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

If only there were a way to get my hand into their businesses. “What about working with Tianya and Kylynn’s company? I know they are starting up a coffee shop/cafe. I am not sure if they have found a location yet, but I know they are looking. They just got back into town three days ago. They moved their younger cousin here from North Carolina. Their cousin Dani will be attending her senior year of high school at Legion. She is a very accomplished and very sought-after dancer, musician and lyricist.” Frank explains.