Greg Mclaughlin Novels & Stories

Pearl growled beside me. “So, you can't mark your mate, is that it?” Dad frowned. I nodded. “No, I can't. It's due to the dark oath that Clinton took with his ex-girlfriend.” “Are you sure there's no other way to destroy the bond between them?” Pearl asked, glancing between Dad and me. When I shook my head she gasped. “This doesn't make sense.” She finally said, a huge frown on her face. It was great watching my family get all worked up with my past situation. I glanced at my Dad and smiled. I had judged him so wrongly and I hope he could forgive me.

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.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

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?”

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.

he said, turning out of the college gate. As we pulled out onto the road, I couldn’t help but press him further. “So, what exactly do you know about them?” He sighed softly, as if he was debating how much to say. “The McLains are the oaks of California, Thomas McLain and my father go way back.” “Thomas?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “Yeah, Professor Mclain’s father. He’s a billionaire, and he has quite a reputation, just like his daughter. And her husband…. Aaron West, he is just as brutal as Thomas McLain. Let’s just say, they are not to be messed with.”