Don Hume Novels & Stories

“You’re going home.” Finally. He stops himself from rolling his eyes as he hoists L'OREAL into his arms and heads back to his car with DAMON and DEBORAH either side of him. He tried to teach them chess," DAMON says to him, shaking his head and brushing his arm with green glitter. What in the world happened to his children from that housekeeper? "But he's not nearly so good at explaining the rules as you.". He nods, moving slowly to the vehicle and his stomach feeling that pit ease a bit now that he can see the kids are going to be fine. One issue resolved; roughly a million more to tackle.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

He says again. I don’t pay attention to whatever he’s saying because my mind is still filled with an uncertainty. “You need to know more things about humans.” I tell him. “Like what? Other than their tasty, delicious food, I see no use for them and i fancy nothing about their improved development. They are selfish, envious brute. Even to their kind.” Oliver justifies his point. “Okay, you’ve made you point.” He’s like Tori. You can’t win an argument with them.

He is so tall and wide from his big muscles that he almost didn't fit in my door frame. "Hey, buddy." Tim said in his deep sultry voice. It immediately caused chills to run down my spine. I tried not to blush but it's almost useless to try. Tim is the most popular man on our team. He's tall, muscular, and has a smile that would make you agree to anything! He is also the employee of the month for the past six months. I have yet to confirm if he likes men because he never dates anyone from our firm. He is also a very private man.

Sofia turned to see a tall, imposing woman with close-cropped silver hair standing outside, an amused smirk on her face. "If you two lovebirds are quite finished," the woman said, her voice dry, "we've got work to do." Luca chuckled, shaking his head as he opened his door. "Sofia," he said, "meet Vivian Blackwood. Former CIA operative, current information broker, and the closest thing I have to a fairy godmother." As Sofia stepped out of the car, she felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. They were about to dive headfirst into a world of danger and intrigue, with no guarantee of success or survival.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

I didn't notice someone is walking in the opposite direction that's why we bumped into each other. "Sorry!" I look at the guy that I accidentally bumped. His height is about five feet and eleven inches. The color of his hair is black. He has a nice jawline and thick eyebrows, and he is wearing a black mask and a hoodie. He doesn't respond to anything. He just leaves like nothing's happened. I just shrug my shoulder because I also don't know him. Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to strangers or be in a hurry. I continue walking in the street under a yellow raze streetlight. I am feeling anxious, it feels like someone is following me. I pulled my homemade peppermint spray from my hoodie pock

His voice was like scraping knives Disregarding the skin desperately in need of moisturizer, I instantly hated Dumah. “He isn't Miss Manners either,” I scoffed. “So what are you? A Nazgul? Is Samael Sauron and I some wayward hobbit?” Dumah wheezed with laughter. “ITS BRAINS ARE ADDLED, I SEE. KNOCK IT ABOUT ONE TOO MANY TIMES ON THE DEATHBED, ROT LORD?”

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

Dawn was in the middle of pouring the sparkly drink into the cup when the dramatic bar owner cooed at the cute sight. “Oh, dear! Don’t let me interrupt you love birds! Sorry for being late.” Dawn’s friend was very different from the other humans Aqua had seen today. She knew that humans were very diverse, but Jericho was the most confusing one she’s met. He was full of contradictions, like one side of his head without hair and the other long that he tied up behind. He seemed to like this type of contradiction as one sleeve of his shirt was gone while the other was long. His pants were ripped, and everything about Jericho screamed ‘colourful’. In contrast, Dawn was like the night to the rainb