Dennis Callen Novels & Stories

He sat on the chair opposite me. “What are you doing?” “Have you had breakfast?” I set my lips in disgust. “Do not answer my question with another question.” “Oh,you can do it but I can't,” Callen leaned back and placed the bottles on his thighs. My mouth watered at the sight of them. Was I getting addicted? “I didn't…” I started saying and Callen knotted his brows. I remembered when I had but what did it matter now? “You don’t look too good.”

“Councilman, this is Alpha Callan calling.” “Ah, yes. Alpha Callan. I am so glad you called. I was actually going to call you this afternoon to inform you that the date of the meeting has been set. This coming Monday at 2. I hope that time works. As you know, coordination for multiple packs to come at once can be burdensome and that is the best time we could come up with on such short notice.” Councilman Desmond spoke quickly. He always tended to do that. Talking to him on the phone made him appear to be a nervous person, but he was anything but nervous when you met him in person. He was actually quite physically intimidating, standing at 6’8” and over 300 lbs.

“It’s not a matter of controlling him. We’re just … concerned about the aftermath.” “Dennis is smart. He’s hardworking. And he’s not some scandal waiting to happen, no matter what some of you seem to think. You all act like you don’t know who Dennis is. He works for this company. He’s the one who made so much gains in this company and made us see the profits in marketing and advertising.”

“That is not true, Meghan.” “It is,” He stepped a little closer. “I think you misunderstood…” A presence moved beside us. Fast. Controlled. Dennis. He didn’t say anything at first, he just stepped between us, raising an eyebrow at the sight. “Is there a problem?” he asked calmly Daniel glanced at him. “No, I was just…” “You’re not staff,” Dennis cut in. The tone wasn’t rude, it was final. “I’m aware,” Daniel said, keeping his composure. “I came to see Meghan.”

There was no hesitation on the other end. “Yes, Master. What can I do for you?” Dennis leaned back in his seat. “Something simple.” His tone turned colder. “I want Tyler McCart dead.” The cabin remained silent for a moment as the words settled. “He thinks he can control the oil market,” Dennis continued. “He thinks he can dictate what happens next.” Dennis’s fingers tightened around the phone. “He ran his mouth one too many times.” The memory of Tyler slapping him across the face burned in his mind.

Eric continued laughing hysterically. Dennis turned around and faced the door behind him. He closed his eyes shut and breathed deeply as he concentrated. He was trying to calm himself and not let any emotion show. He needed to remain calm. He needs to react quickly and efficiently. But at that moment, he knew that he wasn't doing well. Noticing that his hands were trembling slightly he tried to relax and focus. He opened his eyes again and stared at the doorknob. With his mind blank, he pushed against it with all the force he could muster. Nothing. His strength was weak and it wasn't enough to budge the door.

she said to him and walked out of the office leaving Dennis who collapsed on his seat, his eyes fixed on space as he wonders if a is just a dream. With shaky hands, he glanced at the paper in front of him, no way, this can't be true but at the same time, Dennis was so stunned that Bella knows the name of his mother and alas, it has the same last name with Cassandra. Dennis never thought that his boss would be related to his biological mother because there are so many people here in California who bear Johnson as their last names. Dennis felt his body going so hot, he stood up from his chair with the paper in his hand, walked towards a nearby open window but the air that swept his face felt s

"Mrs. Dionne Ahri?" "I am glad you remember. I thought you had forgotten me since you are now a big star and a madam of Melbourne's household." "Do you mind having coffee with me inside?" Cali asked as she widened the door. "Sure, it's been a while since I last saw you this near." Mrs. Dionne Ahri is Cali's acquaintance during her college days, and talking to her right now is just for formality. Dionne is a supermodel who had quit her career when she married the CEO of Ahri Viva entertainment.

Included as well was the extent of TnC Group’s involvement in supporting his career. “He’s considered one of the more prominent specialists,” Daven said, letting out a slow breath. Cale nodded in agreement, then shifted his gaze to the man across from them. “Repeat what you told me earlier.” Daven did the same pulling out a chair and sitting beside Cale. His blue eyes settled calmly on the man in front of him. There was no anger in his expression, no threat in his tone. And yet, that composure was far more unsettling than any raised voice.

“He didn’t survive.” The world tilted beneath me. “No…” I whispered. “Not Cal.” I hadn't gotten the chance to know him that well but he didn’t deserve that. None of them did. Abel ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. “Whoever this Dennis guy is, he’s not just clever, he’s ruthless. If he really wants Damon dead, then we can’t underestimate him for a second.” We walked in silence for a while, the crunch of gravel under our boots the only sound. It all felt like pieces of a puzzle that only made the picture blurrier.