Novel & Cerita Gareth Bryne

He said “I love you more, Gwen.” The End

As they ate at the restaurant, Gareth said, “You have my thanks for your invaluable help. If it weren’t for you, I would have died there. My body wouldn’t even have been sent home. My family probably would have never learned what happened to me. You changed all that just by being there. It seemed like the chiefs of staff knew who you were. I won’t pry into your personal life, but I can’t thank you enough for keeping me alive.” “Russell is a good friend of mine, sir,” Gabe said. “He asked me to help you, and I did. I heard that even Don Denver helped you. If he was here, the result would have been the same.” “Mm…” Gareth nodded. He didn’t have the guts to ask for Denver’s help, so he asked fo

"I've been his dad's driver for five years, after his dad died, Bryne told me to work for him" "Oh". Five years? What is he like Twenty one? "But you're-" "Young" he completes my sentence. "I know, I started working with his dad immediately after I graduated from high school so I could run my family. It's kinda a long story but to wrap it up, Bryne's dad is a good man, he took care of my family and put my three siblings in school in return for me be his driver, he really was a good man" "I bet he was"

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

16 years ago An ordinary brunch? Darren believed it was more like a business meeting between two of Pack Kyne's most respected families, his family and Genevieve's. Who didn't know the Genevieve family? The family belonged to the military leader of Pack Kyne who was none other than Frank Genevieve. And at this meetup, Frank only brought his two daughters, Diana Genevieve and Annabelle Genevieve.

Brynn's hands went cold in the wash water. She did not run. Running drew attention. She set down the shirt she was wringing, dried her hands on her apron the way a servant on legitimate business dried her hands, and walked to the courtyard at the steady pace of a servant going to be useful elsewhere. Mira walked beside her. The courtyard had a small crowd. Gareth, the enforcer who had once tried to assault Brynn at the well, stood in the middle of it with Lena's wrist twisted up behind her back. Lena was crying. A small piece of bread lay in the dirt by Gareth's boot.

“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”

I stopped. He was looking at his phone, face frozen. He turned it so I could see. The pack network. A single message, eleven minutes old: Gareth Mourne, former trainer, Greycliff pack. Detained this morning for questioning regarding the whereabouts of the rogue Kaelis Vane. Cooperative. Being held in the Elder hall pending further review. I read it twice. The Elder hall. Gareth was in the same building as the archive, the same one Coran haunted every morning with his three pages. They’d taken Gareth and stashed him at my target. That was no coincidence.

He persisted, matching steps with her wherever she went. “Look, Drake, I’m with someone. So, can you leave me alone?” He shook his head vehemently, not in the least perturbed by her announcement. “Who? Your boyfriend? I don’t see anyone with you. I’ve been watching you since yesterday. You’ve been roaming around aimlessly all by yourself. Are you from SFI too? Most of the passengers I met were from there.” Brynne sighed, giving up and stopping near the railings of the deck. “Yes, I work for Sylvester Financial Inc..” He stood beside her, pulling out a slab of chocolate from his pocket.