Glenn Rhee Novels & Stories

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."

We had all members of the Maximus Prime, Evan Cole, my half twin sisters, Leighton and the girl from West Hall prison, SIA, the Street Ace, Mayor Banks, and a whole lot more. Amongst those in the crowds was also the young man whom I helped save his life from cancer. I’m talking about the son of the president of the United States, Luke Grey, accompanied by his step mother, the First Lady of the United States, Cynthia Grey. We also had a whole lot of people from the S.A.W.C.C. nongovernmental charity organization.

“Yeah, I guess so, all things considered.” “Good.” Chase nods, his gaze sliding to the floor as he yanks his hands from the pockets of his jeans. He slides one into his hoodie pocket instead, pulling out a joint and holding it up. “You wanna smoke a J?” I smile and give a little shake of my head. “I’d better not, I’m already on thin ice with Reid.” Chase rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, tucking the joint back into his hoodie pocket. “That guy’s too serious.”

A hand landed on my shoulder and I jerked shaking it off. Dad was standing beside me looking at me with anger. "Huh?" I spoke in confusion as I looked at the priest and then my fiancé who looked furious. Why?….. "Do you Sapphire Ronaldo take James Russo as your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest repeated for second time. I stilled on my place. The breath knocked out of my chest. I thought I escaped him….but it was all an illusion….

A petite figure roamed up and down the corridors of the hotel. Just as Phelan left the room, the man in the bed opened his eyes. His eyes were sharp like a hawk. The hidden bodyguard who was then Don Carlton looked at him, wondering whether he should go after her or not, as he cast his eyes on the man in bed. Don Carlton thought for a moment and went forward and knocked on the opened door of the presidential suite. “Come in,” the man in bed said. His voice was as cold as ice. Don man walked into the room and saluted respectfully, “Young Master.”

'This cloth is completely ruined by my boss' She said within herself. "Helen!" He called and a young attendant appeared. "Take her and change her cloth. We are having a meeting in the next one hour." He spoke and walked out of her sight. While Kimberly followed Helen to change her cloth, Damien stood outside. The weather was nice in Canada. Maybe it's a good thing if he stay here for free days before leaving. With that crazy Secretary Kim. He remembered how she was smiling when she was looking at her phone and touching her ring like she cherish it the most.

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"