Fergus Fraser Novels & Stories

"Ms. Aria, Mr. Elijah... There's been no change to Mr. Fergus' condition at all." Aria didn't even look at him. Her eyes were locked on Fergus. Fergus was the eldest son of the Carver family. Tall and composed, he was the kind of man who sat up straight even when he was buried in paperwork. He always carried himself like nothing in the world could knock him off balance. But right now, he was just a body draped lifelessly over his desk. His arm hung loose at his side, with no will behind any of it. He looked fragile in a way that put a sharp ache right through the center of her chest.

"Mrs. Fitzgerald?" Momma's head moved back and forth. "I'll talk to them," I volunteered. Deloris had already said they'd tracked me down. "No," Nox said. "Give me the phone." Silvia asked the person to please hold before she pushed something on the screen. "It's a Ralph Porter, representing Alton Fitzgerald. He's looking for..." She bobbed her head toward Momma. "...Mrs. Fitzgerald." Nox reached for the phone. "This is Mr. Demetri."

Angelica Fergus must have made a deal with the devil and refused to fulfill his end of the deal. The world was certainly against him. It wasn’t usually easy to spot a Bratva boss and find a way to get close to them but Yakov was different. He hated Fergus so much but although Curtis was the latter’s son, Yakov frequented Inferno. He also happened to be one of Heston’s acquaintances—I would call them friends but there was no such thing as friendship in that iceberg’s dictionary.

“ Darn it! “ He cursed and massage his head. Its been five years since his wife left him, and four years that he lost her eye on her. How can he be so careless? Or his just too confident that time? Nevertheless, he would still find his wife, even if it means seeking the whole world for her. “ You need to be happy man! Join as at the bar later. “ Minmin stated. There are six of them who arrived in Fergus’ office. Sumo, Vaanz, Bella, Sarah, Ariana, and Minmin. Fergus shook his head. “ I still have so many things to do. Enjoy yourselves there. “ He said without even looking at them. They have observed that Fergus' became someone who’s new to them. He changed a lot, but not physically. “ Look ma

I took a step back. "Bo! What are you doing here?", Alexis voice said. He took a step towards me and I took a step back. "Eew, what's that smell?", Meg said. The guy looked offended. "That's my new aftershave, dumbass." I took another step back. That smell...

" Fun as always" " Uhmm, hurry up with that, we need to go to the hospital early" " Sure, I can't wait to see my everyday crush" She declined a lot of guys, just because she was crushing on someone that didn't know she existed in this life. Farouk Edwards, a paediatrician in the hospital my gynaecologist was. But I've never seen him. " My doppelgänger" I sighed as I rolled my eyes. " Yes, you need to see him for yourself, he's so handsome Masha Allah" She said with dreamy eyes as she stuffed her mouth with pancakes. " I can't wait to see him, can I ask you something Raihannah?"

I grunted my approval and waited for him, hoping he had a very good reason for slacking off on the very important job I assigned to him. Another soldier came in, pulling a beat up man along. Dominic looked from them to me and my brow raised in questioning. “This is Fergus, one of the chronic debtors from our gambling houses.” My brow shot up even higher. Fergus or whatever his name was wasn't a concern of mine. Insignificant beings like him were handled by my soldiers. What the f uc k was Sergio thinking by bringing him to me? “And what does this have to do with protecting Cellie like I asked you to?” I asked, annoyance filling my lungs.

───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 01 - 2027 ║ Friday ║ 1st Midnight ║ My heart raced as I watched Killian stride away from me, my mind spinning in both haywire of desire for I don't have any reason why, and for anticipation for my next turn — I knew that it would come soon, and I didn't know if I was ready for what might come.

His heart was pounding with excitement. “Hello?” Toto was satisfied as he looked at Eric with admiration. ‘Mr. Ferguson is really great! He can maintain his high and mighty aura no matter what. All he needs to do is keep up this domineering boss temperament!’ “Eric Ferguson! Did you get kicked in the head?! It’s fine if you post that sappy sh*t for yourself, but why pull me into it? Don’t even try to say that it’s not about me because that’s my initials! Even an idiot will know who you’re talking about. Hurry up and delete that stupid post!”

Fergus's voice was low enough for Luther to hear. “Who could it be? Tell me.” Luther couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice. He would relish tearing whoever it was, from limb to limb while they begged for mercy. “Me,” Fergus announced, his voice devoid of any emotion. “What?” Luther wore a confused look on his face. “I’m sorry, brother. But I have ambitions.” Fergus replied before plunging a syringe into his stomach. It contained enough silver and wolfsbane to weaken even the strongest of wolves.