Fergus Novels & Stories

Whenever I spoke those words to him, I made sure to stare into his eyes. "Hmm... I'm curious as to how you even became aware of this location." Andreas inquired, giving off the impression that he was interested in the answer. "You seem to have forgotten that my name is Fergus and that I will do whatever it takes to obtain whatever it is that I desire, regardless of the cost" I shouted those words with a lot of courage and a smile on my face, and then I tossed something that I brought out of my pocket and threw at him...

“They live in Jamesville, 16 miles away from here.” “Have you spoken to Holgate?” Creek shook his head, “no, we wanted to tell you first so you can decide what to do.” “Ok, I’ll call Holgate and get him to look into it. Great work Creek, you’re a fucking great VP.” I praised. He left the office, and I grabbed my cell and dialed Holgate’s number. “Kennedy.” He answered. “We’ve got ‘em.” “Rider?” “Yup. Can you run the name Sarah and Carl Ferguson?”

Taken aback, Fergus exclaimed, "Shelly, you know my boss?" Hayden wore a proud expression. "And who are you?" Fergus immediately lowered his head respectfully and introduced himself. "Hello, Mr. Tate. I am Fergus, an employee of your company's Administration Department. I didn't expect to meet you here. It's truly an honor."

Thomas could feel that there was a lot of fun in her eyes. At this time, Qi Haipeng glanced at him and said in a low voice, "It seems that the Fergusons is going to change. Don't get involved in that mess." Ferguson Zhengkang had been abroad for a long time. In the past, the competition between him and Robert was like fire and water. The Fergusons had been busy recently, so it was not a good sign for Ferguson Zhengkang to come back at this time.

"Mr. Harrington!" A man in his 50s stood up. He was only about 1.6 meters tall, with a protruding forehead and a pair of squinty eyes that glinted with mockery. In the solemn atmosphere of the entire room, he stood out like a sore thumb. His hair and eyebrows were already gray, and he exuded a sense of flippancy. He was the backbone of Stardust Limited Caleb had won over—Fergus!

​It is hard being a fresh graduate of a course that requires strong connections just to get your foot in the door of your dream job. I was just lucky to have parents who supported all my dreams. I am Hannah Martin, and we live on a small island in the Philippines. My parents are farmers, and the life we live here is quiet and peaceful. The only sad part is knowing I will have to temporarily leave this sanctuary to fulfill my ambitions.

He asked, raising an eyebrow at me. “You are the pack’s Alpha, and though I know that the two of us are not friends; but you still might be my Alpha.” I said, and he smiled. “It doesn’t mean that the two of us mean anything to each other, but I need to get back to you with this when it comes to an important decision that we are going to make.” “We?” Alpha Diego asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yes,” I said, taking a deep breath. “Do you want to start working with the Sforza family? Because we are going to have to make the decision before we proceed with this…”

She then realized that Caleb had not contacted her at all that day. He had said he would be with her for the entire month, and given his character, it was unlikely for him to be so silent. Penny took out her phone, wondering if she had missed his call. Yet there were no missed calls from Caleb. She then dialed his number. The one who answered was not Caleb but Sebastian. “Hello, Ms. Penny.” “Mr. Quinn, where’s Mr. Fergerson?” “Mr. Fergerson will be on a business trip for the entire week. He’s expected to return next week. His flight is leaving shortly. However, he wanted me to ask you to decorate Kensington Gardens nicely. Next week is New Year's, after all.”

If I could, I didn't wish he was my and Xavier's son instead of May. Anyways, what about Ruth's baby? I didn't even see her in the mansion. "Wooo ew?" He called me in his cute voice bringing my attention once again to him. "I'm your friend?" I blurt, not knowing what else to say. "Ew mie fan?" he stares at me with a shine of hope in his eyes. An involuntary smile takes over my face. "Yes," "I em Jamets," He said with a wave. "N I too," He added, showing his three fingers.

Fake concern maybe. “I am Arthur Murray. The curse mean nothing to me.” He said stubbornly. “Arthur…” I called his name. My tone was soft and warm. He looked down to meet my gaze. “Whatever it is your decision is, just know I am here with you and by your side okay?”