Fergus Novels & Stories

Miriam was driven down in the early hours of the morning to the famous Glass House in the city centre. The Glass House was known as the Criminal Investigation Department's complex for official meets and forums. The CID-owned complex was renowned for playing host to numerous executive conferences, national police chief's council on investigatory matters and PACT meetings with the public and surrounding environments. The Glass House was the quite the towering complex which couldn't be missed for anything amidst the busy city.

For now. ???: “ Don’t tease the boy too much, Cross. Clearly that loud obnoxious roar of a laugh of yours must’ve scared him to the bone. But I suppose at the same time that's also one of the many things that I love about you. Hi there Naraja, ignore that brute of a man for now, I’m Saint Teresa of Avila and it's an honor to meet you.” ???: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.”

He had to. When they finally reached land, Serena stepped off the boat onto dark, rocky soil. The air smelled unfamiliar—too clean, too sharp. They climbed the steep path until a looming fortress came into view, built from black stone and braced with obsidian towers that shimmered faintly with runes. A small crowd gathered near the gate, dressed in heavy robes, all bowing as Maeron passed. Serena walked behind him, head high, even though her knees wanted to buckle. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her afraid.

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

"So when will I meet your boyfriend?” “When are you going here to the Philippines?” I answered with a question, He put his hand on his chin as he was thinking. “I think I’ll go back there for our reunion.” I frowned. “Reunion?” “You didn’t know? Try to read the updates in our F******k group.” He said. That made me think. “I’m not sure. I wasn’t able to check my F******k account due to my work.” "Well, I think after we talk you can open it. And if I'm not mistaken they made an invitation on F******k. Almost everyone will come so I informed my manager and CEO for the said reunion for them to adjust my schedule here." He gave a long explanation.

"What is it?" asked Fergus when Erwin walked into his room. "I got word that Mr. Davero is investigating you!" Erwin exclaimed. Immediately, Fergus laughed with satisfaction. "You mean Regan Daniel?" "Yes." "That kid—dare you go against me?" A ghastly laugh escaped Fergus. "I'm not his opponent. Let him have what he wants." "Yes Sir." "He doesn't know who he's fighting yet," Fergus exclaimed, taking a sip of the drink in his glass. "You won't win over me."

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

It's going to be alright," He assured and clasped a hand around his shoulder. He offered him a cup of tea, but Rafa rejected it. Creiff tried to keep him occupied with small talks which didn't last long as a few minutes later, a portal opened before their eyes, and Fergus walked into his kitchen. The man looked exhausted and worn out, he removed his leather jacket, tossing it to the side, with a smirk. "Where is the fire, my friend?" Fergus asked, strolling over to the fridge. He started rummaging around inside and pulled out a glass, filling it up with water. He placed the glass in front of the Alpha and took out a bottle from

Tanong ko habang binabasa parin ang mga impormasyon tungkol sa mga lalaking sumunod sa'min. "Hindi pa agent 00013. May kutob kaming hindi ang tunay na Fergie 'yon. Matalino at tuso si Fergie Morgan kaya malabong magpahuli nalang siya ng ganun nalang." Sagot ni agent 00027. Tumango kami. Pareho kami ng kutob ni agent 00027. Pero hindi pwedeng hanggang kutob lang kami. We need evidence. A strong evidence that would turn them down.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.