Ian Mcguire Novels & Stories

He protected him. Hugo Mackenzie was not what the public knew about him. He lives a double life . In the public eye he portrayed himself as a philanthropist, a person who is approachable and helpful of his fellowmen. He sponsored many charities and foundations. But behind that mask lies a person who is cruel, a murderer, a scrupulous businessman a drug lord and an unknown leader of the underground movement, his goal is to overthrow the government of his country by procuring more money from loansharking and drug dealings.

Maica flashed a dazzling smile in front of the camera as she was interviewed by the host of a popular talk show. “Maica, I have a question for you. Recently, there have been rumors that your manager, Denver Castillo, is getting married to your personal assistant. How true is this?” the interviewer asked.

It’s all bullshit, and I’m damn sick of it. McGuire’s face was turning as red as Rickie’s red mop of hair. “GET OUT! You’re suspended!” he shouted, well, more like spit at me. I narrowed my eyes, wiping his spit off my face. “Happily. Maybe you can catch the uncatchable. Like to see you get off your ass and actually try.” I scoffed, setting my badge and gun on my desk. “But given how out of shape you are, you’ll probably end up getting yourself killed.” I smirked, grabbing my keys, storming out.

Despite them not really knowing about us being wolves, the fact that she had a lover over her husband was enough to have others putting a question mark. “If it isn’t our famous Pakhan and his beloved maiden” Andreas Garcia, one of the Mexican partners we had. The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them.

“You should have told them. You should have told her.” “I didn’t know how,” he said simply. “And I’m tired. I’ve spent my whole life watching shadows move, waiting for this day. No one believed me. Now that it’s here, they want me to prove my innocence. Let them.” Jina felt tears sting her eyes. Not out of sorrow, but the sheer complexity of what stood before her. This man wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t heartless. He was just... broken. “You still believe in her,” she said quietly.

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

Catherine knelt in the center of the space, her traveling case discarded nearby like evidence of journey interrupted, her dark hair disheveled but her spine straight despite the four wolves that circled her with predatory patience. Murdoch himself stood at the clearing's edge, his human form radiating the kind of casual authority that came from never doubting his ability to control whatever situation he encountered. Pale eyes fixed on me as I emerged from the underbrush, and his smile held satisfaction that made something violent unfurl in my chest. "Kieran MacAllister," he said, his voice carrying the particular accent that marked him as highland bred. "So good of you to join us. I was begi

“And I don’t like to be rushed either.’’ I took my time to watch my surroundings, staring at everything and anything. The assistants move around me at a minimum. This was the top floor, there were only two offices here but about five assistant desks at every little elevator that opened. Marco stepped aside as he ushered me in. I saw him, seating them, leaning against the chair in an immaculate suit. “Mrs Grunt, so kind of you to join us.’’ McGuire said, as he sat up. He extended his hand to greet me, and I took it, hiding my hesitancy. “I don’t suppose you were waiting so long.’’ “Oh, not at all… though, I would like to point out that you should check your AC, it is uncomfortably hot in here

The investigator had never let me down before, but I needed to hear the confirmation again. "Absolutely," he replied, calm as ever. "From everything I have gathered, there is no overlap between Casey’s breakup and when she started seeing your son. She had no bad records .And as for her family, her mother did marry a multi-billionaire. Her stepfather is Maxim Sledge, not some small-time café owner. It appears she did not want to disclose that part of her life. Her mother runs a cafe with her uncle. And another thing, Miss Maxwell has been unemployed for one month. Her manager fired her for her behaviour. She used to work in an event management company as an employee."

It smelt of several spices and dad’s cologne. “I am Samuel Mikhalov and I’m a representative of the late Mr. McCauley” He began. McCauley had been the proprietor of half the buildings in seaside Arroyo Grande. His recent death had worried everyone that was under his care. “As you know, McCauley has no Family here, but he has a half brother who currently resides in Scotland, being the only living relative of McCauley, his properties were automatically transferred to his name.” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.