Goldie Hawn Novels & Stories

Nixon stood tall among his warriors watching over the training situation that was taking place, he looked over catching my eyes and i smiled brightly and walked over to him and another good looked man with blue green eyes that looked like they were glowing as the sun light hit them. Nixon asked where i was of to and i told him to the shops with Nina then leaned over to give him a small peck on the lips, he leaned away taking a step back and i felt my eyes brim and the realization that he was ashamed of us came to the front of my mind.

Their silence seemed like an act of cowardice to me. "Mendez?" I called, my expression quizzical with one eyebrow arched. My attention shifted to the oldest among the group, a man who appeared to be over a hundred years old, with gray patches in his hair. "Alpha Hawthorne," he responded, and I waited with anticipation, hoping for a satisfactory explanation of what I had just heard.

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!?"

Jack Horner says from the executive dining suite as Kitty closes the heavy door. "Hello, Mr. Jack," Goldie Lockhart says, and his jaw drops down. Jack Horner used to look very tired and messy. He was overweight, he never shaved his face enough, and he always needed a hair trimmer. He looked like an old retired soldier who did not care. But now, he looks like a powerful alpha capo!

Every meal was packed with rich meat dishes, and he wouldn't touch a single vegetable. But the change in his personality was even worse. Ryder used to be quiet but polite, always greeting the neighbors when he saw them. Now, he had become the neighborhood's little menace. That afternoon, I had just returned home after wrapping up a project when I saw Lauren dragging her daughter over in a fury. A crowd of curious neighbors trailed behind them, completely blocking the entrance to my house. "Joanne King! Get out here and see what your precious grandson has done!" Lauren shouted, her face flushed with anger.

Cornelius came and stood in front of me. “Lynn, I am the Don of the Roman mafia. I will protect you. Now tell me everything.”

“No Howard, don’t tell anyone please. I will be back soon.” “I get your stickers for it?” Howard saw a time to make a deal. “No! You can’t keep those stickers!” Eleanor refused, flashing him a glare. “Fine. Then I must have a talk with dad and uncle Bob right now…” “Okay, okay wait! You are such a bully snitchy idiot!” Eleanor groaned. Howard had her at a dangerous spot. “You can keep them. Just those ones…and fuvking seal your big mouth!”

Hahaha! 'What? You want to tell me that Marc Goldwin is like Paul McArthney who has money, looks, and everything? Oh, please! He's most likely fed up with being one-upped by Paul most of the times hence he finally decided to become the king in an aspect Paul McArthney will not ever try to explore!' 'He's a national husband, you say? Are you by any chance talking about that guy regularly participating in an all men's orgy?'

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

I nervously giggled. As we watch, the hours go by and wolves are seen guarding the perimeter. I look at one screen and notice those bright silver eyes, the same silver eyes that I had caught watching me shower from in my backyard. Those eyes belong to a bigger wolf than the others. A big, black wolf with silver eyes. “Jade, who is that?” I asked. “Well I guess you wouldn’t know yet, but that’s Alpha Wyatt” Jade replied. “That’s why he’s bigger than the others” I played it off.