Fergus Novels & Stories

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

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.

She's on her own but I know Marcus will definitely help her. When we were on our way back home, I intertwined fingers into his. Marcus told me about his conversation with Mr. Storm and introduced Mr. Fergus to him. They are Asians as I predicted. They are from the Philippines but with American blood running through their veins. As their business is doing well, Mr. Fergus plans to collaborate as their in-line business was a great help to Marcus's company. I realized that Mrs. Sarah Fergus's eyes had a similar resemblance to someone I had seen before. It stuck inside my head like it was mandatory to

Sebastian retorted in response to Fergus' rude questioning. Fergus had graduated from medical school and was considered one of Steinberg's ten most talented young men. He ran a pharmaceutical company of his own and had a net worth of over a billion dollars. As he had published numerous academic articles related to the field of medicine, he gained a lot of recognition and became one of the most well-received young professionals in Steinberg. However, Sebastian did not like Fergus. Firstly, it was because Fergus kept trying to woo Whitney despite knowing that she was

I grab it and check the screen. Kiki wants to FaceTime. I click accept as soon as I see the name. Kiki is what I call Kieran, my best friend since we started high school. We met as freshmen on our school’s soccer team, and I knew from the moment he opened his mouth that we’d get along. He’s this tiny half-Japanese kid with fluffy brown hair and more energy than a chihuahua with a chew toy. He’s barely grown since, but that just adds to his whole cute schtick – though it’s not as endearing as his smile. Kieran is always smiling, usually accompanied with a big, bubbly laugh that I would personally call a giggle.

Let someone carry up warm water for washing later. A glance from Fergus - sharp as stone - lands on me, studying the plain blue fabric, the mess of my hair after wind, how I stand without court grace. In his view, just another gentle southerner lost here. His back bends again into that rigid dip of respect. The words come flat: obedience served cold

I went on, gesturing vaguely at the crowd around us, "I already know most of those faces. From boardrooms." My eyes swept the room, immediately recognizing people. Alexander Ferguson, heir to the Ferguson hotel chain, was at a corner table with a group. I'd closed a distribution deal with him just last month. Joanna Banks, from Banks Winery, one of our direct competitors in several markets, was at the bar talking to someone I didn't recognize.

“My name is Evie.” He blinked, like the sound struck him, then muttered it under his breath. “Evie.” This time, when his eyes lifted to mine, a small smile pulled at his mouth. “I’m Kairo,” he said softly. “Alpha of Blackthorn Pack.” His hand brushed a strand of hair back from my cheek, warm and careful. “And as long as you’re here, no one is going to hurt you.” “I promise.” I wanted to believe him. I tried. But Lucian’s face and lies haunted me, and the word pack was another cage waiting to close.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Simple yet tasking. Jeremy Cooper Finding out his mate is a thirteen year old isn’t exactly what he was imaging but he had to make it work because the Moon Goddess is never wrong. Reuben Anderson A thirteen year old who is too mature and good willed for his age. He wasn’t meant to find his mate but he somehow did and has to live with it.