Fergus Novels & Stories

Ferguson inside? Dalton asked after pausing. With a smile, Chester said, "Yes, he is." Dalton turned to look at Vesta. "I'm Vesta Hawkins from Neural Nexus Tech," Vesta remarked as she approached Chester. I must talk to Mr. Ferguson. Chester interrupted, "Sorry, Ms. Hawkins, but it seems we don't have an appointment scheduled for you." He then turned back to Dalton and said, "Mr. Ramirez, this way, please." Vesta interrupted Dalton as he was about to reply, pursing his lips in minor anger.

Small things matter the most. "Anything special today?" She asked with utmost curiosity wanting to know more. "Oh yes, it's his birthday." She stumbled on the stool and gaped at them with an open mouth. "For Pete's sake Caleb, you're despicable." Charlie mumbled lowly. Finn rolled his eyes and hit Caleb on the forearm with his spatula. "What?" Caleb asked like a kid who was being scolded for no reason. "We all don't know our birthdays, we just know the months in which we were born, so we just pick any day of that month and celebrate." Finn answered nonchalantly but his words pierced through her heart as she felt their pain and it hurts her.

ARIA Vice President Fergus’s office was smelling of expensive leather and the desperate, cloying scent of a man trying too hard to be "supportive." He sat across from me, his hands steepled, looking at me like I was a high-value asset about to depreciate in real-time. "Aria, let’s be reasonable," Fergus said, his voice smooth and practiced. "The fridge, the security… we can pivot. If the camera makes you uncomfortable, it’s gone by lunch. We want you here. You’re the best copywriter we’ve had in years."

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.

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

“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.