Don Hume Novels & Stories

~*~ Noah Noah heard the bathroom door open and Roni walk into her room, closing the door behind her. It took him a while, but he'd finally found some tea bags in the pantry. Chamomile—perfect. No matter what the reason, nothing fixed an upset stomach better than chamomile. Jack swore by it, and it always helped Noah whenever he wasn't feeling so hot. It even worked for hangovers. The sour stomach part anyway. He fixed Roni a cup and waited for her to emerge from her room, but she never did. After a half hour of flipping through channels hoping to hear from her, he knocked on her door. "Are you feeling better?" he asked softly in case she was already asleep.

He chuckles lightly, and I glare at him. "What's funny about that pup wanting my mate," I snarl as I get into the car. Kohn chuckles, turn into a laugh, and I growl. "I find it strange. She isn't strong....like physically. Why did he choose a human? The only thing I can figure is he is like me...he is already having human thoughts....but more than what I experienced. I think he saw her bruises and decided she needed his protection. He protects the others...maybe he didn't see her as a leader but a sexy human female who needed his protection," Kohn responds, and I immediately snap my head in Malcolm's direction.

Jonathan's my older brother. I grumbled as I put on my hoodie and walked downstairs, as I neared the living room, I heard his and my mum's voice, but there was another deep and slightly unfamiliar one. I walked faster just to see the owner of that sexily deep voice, and I was not disappointed. He stood a few inches taller than Jonathan, black hair and beautiful sapphire eyes. Yup he'll do. "He's probably here to steal some more food." I said for them to acknowledge me.

Ming's dad replied with a really calm exterior like he was really used to random people stopping him to ask who he is. "I believe so" Damien said walking closer to him and offering him a hand to shake "Damien chandler of C and L." John's eyes lit up in recognition as he accepted Damien's hand and shook him just when i thought he was going to reject it. " I almost didn't recognize you," he smiled. Wait!.... he smiled? John Lee smiled? I double blinked to make sure i was seeing clearly. "It's been what? Four years? You look bigger." He said tapping Damien's shoulder, making Damien chuckle. "I heard about what happened to Kara, how is she?"

“Hi, I’m Harriet Stenet, your donor liaison.” Amaija Klein. This is Brin and Zara.” She nods, focusing on me. “So, Ms. Klein, I’d like to jump right in if that’s okay?” “I’m ready to jump,” I say. “Great. Do you have a preference for the donor’s race?” “Race doesn’t matter.” “Age?” “Age doesn’t matter either.” “Education?” “I’m pretty smart, so the kid’s got a good shot with half my DNA,” I say, not wanting to rule out anyone over a fancy degree.

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

I was interrupted by a soft voice against my ear. "Courtney please come I want you to meet someone," Jason whispered in my ear. I excuse myself and walk with him. "Courtney this is Mr. Howard, the owner of this hotel and dad's best friend." He introduced. I look at the man in his mid-50's. He had a genuine smile on his lips. I smile back at him. "So you are the one that stole my boy's heart away?" he questioned me. I was startled at the question. I look at Jason for an answer.

I said, and he sighed. “You know, sometimes accepting a person is not going to be bad, Nolan. Especially when it's someone like her, someone who is actually good, at least in front of us. She is good. She's not playing, she's not a hypocrite. And you know how Madeline is. She does not trust easily and she seems to enjoy her presence.” He said casually.

"A year to pay back five million?" "Holy baby Jesus fucking Christ." Tricia cursed, Now it is her turn to panic. Yeah, that's right, it couldn't be pay off even if we work day and night for years. "Who is this guy anyway." she ask curiously. "He came with Dario to the café the other day" "Can you describe him?" . "He has this stormy facial expression, tan, tall and seem to have too much authority." I described. "Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso" Tricia's statement render me speechless.

Not because he had taken my mother in when no one else would but because I have come to see the type of person he is, the type of leader he is. He isn't arrogant like most alphas he's humble and kind. He isn't one to always jump to violence and war, he is fair in his judgment and doesn't need brute force to resolve conflicts. He has an appreciation for all living things even rogues. At the end of the day he knows his power but he doesn't go around flaunting it. "I think that's the last of them, let's burn the bodies and start cleaning up" he instructs via mindlink