Elwood Curtis Novels & Stories

he said. “So why would you think my electronics might be bugged,” Noah asked him. This bothered him a lot, a lot more than he had let on. “This guy appears out of nowhere, grew up as an outcast and suddenly he’s an Alpha, buys a ranch and pays more than twenty million dollars for it, I looked the sale up online, but I can’t find any type of day job for him and running a non-profit is just that, you don’t get rich from it, his mother was a doctor at a hospital, they hardly earn millions,” Fred said as Noah looked at him.

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

"You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with concern. "I mean…your Dad can be the founder and CEO of the great Hunter's Empire, but imagine the feeling of knowing that you turned a billionaire without Daddy's help." With that said, Wade Roberto dismissed Daisy Hunter. As she left, Wade Roberto crossed his legs on the mahogany and smirked. "Daisy Hunter will come around, I'm certain of it." He whispers to himself. Moments later…. Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home.

"You know I already know what's going on. I've been helping you get unserious but this needs to stop. You are putting my reputation on the line." "I'm sorry." "That is all I ever hear. Listen, I don't need to tell you I'm being paid well for this. Please don't ruin my work. I have my future planned out." Boma was silent. "And it's a very bright future. I wish you will be willing to share it with me." "I am married." "To a cultist. See how scary he can get when he means business, right?" "I'm not a dyke either." Boma deliberately ignored the reference to Donovan's rough side.

Neither of us want to be here, but we have to, we need to find out what the hell is going on with our packs. The door opens slightly and a small scrawny looking man appears, shaggy blonde hair shuffled around while wearing jeans and a colored polo shirt with a white lab coat. He pushes his black-framed glasses up from his face and says in a shaky voice, “Can, can I help you?” “James Lucas?” Zander asks him. “Yes,” he lets out nothing more than a squeak this time. “We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,”

It was the main reason why dad and I initially objected to giving her the shares in the first place, but when she chose to be stubborn, believing that she could handle it, we were both forced to agree. Little did we know that Elijah having a mistress changed everything. “The man that you call mate, and the man that you stayed up with for hours crying over, not only cheated on you with Kristina.” I said, and she frowned in confusion and shook her head. “He bought her the presents that he made with money, didn't he? The house, the cars, all these require money, don’t they?” “No…”

Carter said, pretending to pout his lips “let the woman live a little” “With the number of men who are here, having their eyes on her? I would rather not get into fights with anyone, thank you” Nathan said, taking the glass from Carter. He looked at the bartender, nodding at him to come “get the beautiful lady a glass of virgin mojito” “I tried, little one” Carter said, shrugging his shoulders. He took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes following Nathan’s gaze at the two Italians who just annoyed him “did they say anything wrong?”

I was not going to let him get away with the way he treated me without actually having to show him that his actions had consequences. Elijah stepped in front of me. “Please, I know that you are angry… just hear me out from here and then you can decide to hate me all you want.” I folded my arms, my chest aching as I forced myself to look at him, knowing well that he could just be playing me right now. “Five minutes.” “I’ll make use of every second of it.” He said, and I hummed in response. “Good, you better start. You have four minutes and thirty seconds.” I said, and he chuckled.

If there was one strong trait I possessed, it was my knack for blunt honesty, even if it sometimes bordered on insult. Along the line of our conversation, I learned her name was Evelyn and that she was the manager of this museum. And that the man who wanted to marry her friend—Helen, that’s her name—was the blow really hard. I wanted to ask if he didn't know when he was courting her about her sour distaste in having babies. Evelyn said he did and that he had believed she would change her mind once she fell in love with him.