Dennis Callen Novels & Stories

I pray he gives us the answer we want. Jenni I’m a bundle of nerves while we wait to hear when we can have a meeting with my father. I'm scared he's going to agree with Marcus, I keep looking at the clock, ‘how has it only been a few minutes?’ I think. I grunt as I crash on the couch next to Bex. “This is taking forever!” I sigh in frustration. Teddy had gone with his father to request an official audience with my father, and my understanding was that my brother was already talking to my father. “Maybe your father is already talking to Teddy” Bex offers hoping it calms me a minute, “He better not be, I need to talk to him!” I take the throw pillow that's next to me and bury my face in it and

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

One of Killian’s. "Mr. Calloway, a quick clarification if you will," the man said, adjusting his mic. “Sources close to your company indicate that your previous marriage to Calla Calloway, your yet to be ex wife, hasn’t been legally dissolved. Would you care to comment?” Damien froze. Selene blinked once, then leaned forward with a soft laugh. “You’ve clearly been digging,” she said smoothly, “but let me save you the suspense. Calla’s been missing for months. She vanished. since she got released.”

"Hello ! I am Dennis. The other lead of the MV project". And *boomed* Alden froze in his place. His head spun as he was unable to process Dennis's words but what shocked him was Dennis's look and appearance that brought the memories from the past of his college days. Dennis was wearing the same clothes, he used to wear at college time. The same military boot and the casual look carrying with confidence and coldness in his enchanting deep black eyes that always fluttered his heart.

Callan said as he took out his phone and called a taxi. Zander watched Callan make a phone call. Callan was the president of the D.S Corporations. It was Savannah's ability to make him so thoughtful. It was said that a woman can make a strong man soft. Zander nodded happily and chuckled. After Callan and Zander met, Savannah found Callan again. It was not for anything else, but for their divorce. Because Callan did not reply to her text message last time, so Savannah called him this time. As soon as Callan saw her name flashing on the screen of his phone, he felt a burst of joy and slid the answer button.

Callen joked leaning on his car "You look stunning." "Thank you, you don't look bad either Boss." She winked. Callen was dressed neatly in a custom-made suit, his hair combed to the back, all looking like a demi-god. How blessed Raven Reid was to give birth to 'every woman's dream' sons.

Before I could respond, Damon said, "Consider it. Dennis won't be able to stop Raven from moving forward if we don't take action quickly. I inhaled deeply. Okay, Damon. With you, I will train. However, I'm looking for clarification. I'll find out if you're concealing anything from me as well. Damon gave a serious glance as he nodded. "Acquire." Dennis, meanwhile, was distracted by something else as he sat in his office and stared at the documents in front of him. Despite his best efforts to concentrate on the mounting conflict with the Moonvalley Pack, his mind kept returning to me, Melissa.

“Nothing much. Let's just say that I can be very… persuasive.” “You're a psychopath,” I gritted out. A cold chuckle tore through his throat. “I merely know what I want, and right now, I want you and the project written in your sweet little head.” “You will never get it!” I roared. He snorted. “And who is going to stop me? Darren Knight?” I glared at him. “He will be here soon. He will take his men and—” “Darren is dead,” Callan announced calmly before curling his lips into a grim smirk. “He had… a little accident on the way here.”

It was a name he had specifically banned within the compound, and the repercussions for flouting that order were far more weighty than whatever pleasure he could get from pulling such a prank. He reached for the phone, just as the omega bowed and walked out of the room. He placed the receiver to his ear and spoke, “This is Alpha Caleb of the Duncan Pack.” He stated evenly. “Caleb, I’m surprised you’re still alive. Your little tramp must still be looking for help then.” Nolan said, his tone dripping with amusement. Caleb cocked his brow in wonder, as to what Nolan was on about now, “To what do I owe this distasteful call, Nolan?” he asked, his tone now hard.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.