Garrett Watts นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When Mia turned and saw the men, her eyes widened in surprise over their sudden appearance. As her grandfather's most favorite grandchild, and as a fact that she lived with him all her life, she immediately recognized them. The younger, taller and really handsome man having a firm build and a confident aura, with his darkbrown hair in a taper-fade cut and dressed in a black three-piece suit, was none other than the famous Aziz Garrett, the CEO of G-tex Corporation. One of the largest and top most successful company in South Lake Union extending all over Seattle and even Washington at large.

"Especially when it involves you doing something reckless." Heat floods my cheeks—part embarrassment, part fury. "Reckless? I went for a walk, Garrett. I'm seventeen years old, not a child who needs a keeper." "A walk." His tone drips skepticism. "For six hours. Alone. Outside pack territory." Damn it. Of course he's been tracking me. The man probably has scouts watching my every move. "I wasn't alone," I snap, then immediately regret it when his expression darkens. "Ah, yes. Damon Ravencroft." Garrett's lip curls with distaste. "That makes it so much better. The spoiled son of a merchant, whose only accomplishment is spending his father's money on—"

The villagers tried to step in to help Garrett, but Gregory called out, "Don't you dare move, all of you!" "Mr. Webb?" Garrett exclaimed in fright. He timidly twisted his head around to look at Gregory. However, Gregory ignored Garrett. He stepped aside and said respectfully, "This way, please, Mr. Carver." Garrett realized that the man who approached was the same one who had been locked up in his basement for four days! After seeing how respectfully Gregory treated the man, Garrett's heart started to pound. Despair washed over him. He dared not imagine who that man could possibly be.

I heard Garrett irritated voice. “I was working, wait… you are outside?” I whisper-shouted, suddenly feeling anxious. I didn't want anyone to see him because I knew he will definitely cause a scene. “Yes, come outside and see me or else I'm going in” he threatened. “Ok…Okay I'm coming, stay there” I said as I got up from my chair and pretended like I was going to the restroom before rushing out of the office building. And sure, Garrett was really outside my office building standing by his favorite white Mercedes Benz GLB class and a cigarette in between his lips. He had blue eyes and blond hair that concealed a scar on his left eyebrow, a sharp jawline with stubble, matched with a flirtatiou

​Garrett Cross. ​He was pacing back and forth, a golden data pad clutched in his hand, his face twisted in a mask of pure irritation. The moment the Vance transit rig came to a halt, Garrett stepped forward, his eyes scanning the vehicle’s scarred, outer-rim plating with an expression of intense disgust. ​"Kane’s people?" Garrett snapped, barking the words at the rig's tinted windows as the door seals hissed open. "Marcus is late with his structural reports, and his sector just went completely dark! Who authorized your entry—"

My thoughts would remain fixated on Raya. "I was wondering where my sexy people had run off to," Garret, our Gamma, sauntered up the path leading to the pack house, his ever-present kind smile gracing his youthful face. I could tell he was up to something by the mischievous twinkle in his light brown eyes. You always had to keep an eye on Garret, as his favorite pastime was playing pranks on anyone and everyone - even Cruz. The guy had some serious balls to pull one over on our alpha the way he does.

Garrett, I thought, looking at his face, the sharp jaw, the dark skin, those grey eyes that hadn't softened once. His name is Garrett Wave. Lucas biggest competitor on the rink and the alpha of the Fornon pack. I swallowed hard, this was what happened when you get drunk Tamara "Thank you," I said when I finished eating. My voice was more steadier than I felt. "For the food. And for…" I gestured vaguely at the room, at him, at everything. He nodded. Like I'd said something obvious he already knew. I stood up, found my clothes folded on the chair, he'd folded them and dressed quickly. When I reached the door, I turned back.

"Power does not fall loudly. The loudness comes after. The fall itself is quiet: a signature on a document, a door opening at the wrong hour, a man who does not run because running would confirm everything he spent thirty years pretending was not true." * * * The message from Garrett arrives at six-fourteen in the morning while I am still at the kitchen table.

my mother exclaimed, looking at me. At that moment I saw Garrett and how he smiled at my mother in a strange way. In fact, he had just divorced Morgan and Mike's mother a year ago. But I remember well that he was having an affair with a woman and that's why his ex-wife just asked him for a divorce. "I hope you guys don't mind if I join you for dinner," Garrett said with a calm expression. "Oh, don't worry Mr. Walter, is Mike coming too? " Daniel asked naively.

He always takes care of the people he loves and cares about. “Of course, Mr. Holloway, right away, sir. You may go through Miss Ashworth.” Garrett responded and moved as if he were serving in the military. I wondered what branch he might have served in. He seemed like a Navy Seals guy to me. “Thank you,” I said to no one in particular as I made my way to the elevator. I was just glad I could move my legs after that. Garrett was unreasonably terrifying to me.