Greg Mclaughlin Novels & Stories

His hands clawed at me, but I bared my teeth, daring him to continue. With a final blow, I knocked him out. I stood up and fought with the others, all the while my eyes kept drifting towards where Clinton was. Falcon was high on alert, wanting to make sure that her mate was alright. Minutes later, all the rogues were dead except one. I was wounded, but it was nothing I wouldn’t heal from soon enough. I’d always been a fast healer. I watched as Clinton transformed, his face a battlefield of rage. A shiver ran through my spine as my eyes trailed down his body, stopping on his huge dick. It didn't help that Falcon chose that moment to send lewd images of me and Clinton.

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, the voice belonged to Mr Black who

You can’t touch and kiss someone through a phone screen. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he’s hot. His dark brown hair was tousled, looking like he’d tried to tame it with his fingers, but he was sweaty, and it didn’t quite work. His broad shoulders and hairy chest are on full display, wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts. The shorts were hot and comical at the same time. They are comical because they are either Mikali or David’s. Therefore, they hang well past Logan’s knees, given his height difference from my guards.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

I greet them with a smile. "Hola, mija." My mama walks over to me, kissing my cheek. "How are Amelia and Diego?" My mama asks. "They're good." I reply, walking over to my papa kissing his cheek. "Hola, mija." He says. "How was your meeting?" I ask. "It got moved to tomorrow." He informs me, and I hum in response. "Did we get new recuits yet?" I ask hopefully. "Yes, you can start training them tomorrow." He replies I love it when we get new recuits. I left the kitchen soon after and went to my room.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

He was sure that the man would have returned to his country. Ralin trained himself how to walk on the catwalk in two days. It wasn't too difficult for her to act elegant and classy because from Ralin's past, who came from a rich family, she used to look elegant, but she still wanted to practice. Ralin waddled a little with the high heels he had kept for a long time. Kenra plays the spectator. "Come on, Mom!" Kenra cheered as if she was happy to see her mommy swaying.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

It was not easy hearing how she had followed in their mother's footsteps, there was nothing wrong with having a mulatto but it obviously meant someone with great superiority was taking advantage and it broke their heart knowing that. "The funeral will be held tomorrow, can we please stick to the main point and that is giving Joshua Gallagher a great funeral. I'm not bitter, I'm not sad either. I just want this over and done with, he deserves a good funeral with his loved ones. Everyone will be waiting to laugh about our father but we should stand united. I do not at all care about mulatto grandchildren or mulatto sons. That is still my nephew and I have watched him grow. Those are still my b