Ian Mcguire Novels & Stories

“No, you don’t understand. I’m Magnus Tucker. I know Celestina.” “Yeah. She just told me.” Maverick gripped my arm as she stared at me, hope filling her eyes. “Let him in.” “Wait a minute, Mrs. Winston.” Homer took a picture of him. “Let me identify if he’s saying the truth.” “We’re wasting our time,” he said. “Hey. Back away. Let my men do the job.” Then I remembered something. “Hold on. You’re Magnus Tucker? London’s psychopathic ex.” He shrugged. “I’m a reformed man. Trust me, I’ve learned a lot here working with Don Gaetano. I’m his private accountant.”

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

As I gazed at the night sky in McCall, my thoughts drifted back to my life in Mexico. It was just a year ago that I lived in constant fear and looked over my shoulder every moment of the day. My father, once the king of the cartel, lost his power due to his greed. He forced me to move here to hide until things settled down, but I knew deep down that one day, the consequences of his actions would catch up with him.

Bonjour madame I'm well aware that you were not expecting this but here, I am to inform you that I'm alive living in Lyon and still as faggot as could be. (dear lord Jesus I pray this does not fall in the wrong hands). If it does, I repeat... I Hector, I'm alive, well; learnt a bit of French and as homophile as could be. You, my dear friend probably assumed I'd be quick to forget you? I'd never, we've been through so much together. The past eight years of sorrows although I must admit when we first spoke, I should not have told you to hang yourself. In my defense... I was jealous because I was not the one William Gallagher was swooning over. My, asking you to hang yourself... that was very m

A brunette, Marie said as she stepped into the room. She unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them towards the intern, "You should know any metallic object can't go into the MRI." Harry nodded and scurried out of the room. "Jesus!" Doctor Greg exclaimed, "Why do I always have such unlucky and clumsy interns!" "He'll learn soon enough," Marie said. "He had better except he enjoys interning on the street." Doctor Greg snapped before moving towards Trevor. "Who are you, Mr Trevor Saint Williamson?" He murmured, staring at him intently.

BROCK “Damn, we must be the first ones here,” I say as I pull up to the curb in front of the Stillwater packhouse and cut the engine. True to his word, Gray called a council meeting the day after I returned from Denver. This time, though, we’ve got a few others joining us in addition to the council- Brooke and Quinn, because they’re leading the charge with IT these days, Astrid, because she’s our connection to our Denver allies and has the most information about the shadow pack through her visions, and Fallon, because she wasn’t about to sit this one out while everyone else’s mates participated. Jared’s on the council as my beta, but he had some business to attend to, so he told Astrid and I

CAUGHT IN A SCANDAL. Giordana. "Hi, Giordana." I heard and shifted my gaze from the notes I was taking to see who it was. "Oh, hey Mikey, how are you doing? It's been almost a week since I last saw you why?" I questioned with a smile. "I took some time off to resolve some personal issues, and I'm okay," he replied. "Hmm, so were you able to resolve the issue?" "Not yet. I'm still on it, but I have to resume work."

I replied, holding my head high. Hearing everything, Mr and Mrs Santiago and Mr Alexander had their mouths agape. They were staring at me with shocked looks on their faces. As for Mr and Mrs MacCarthy, they were looking left and right like criminals. As if they were caught committing a crime. "Hold on a second, Fredrick MacCarthy was Mira's husband. And you all are telling me that no one knew about that? How come no one knows anything about that?" It was director Alexander who could not keep the curiosity at bay. He asked in a curious tone.

“And yes, I will punish you for that too, later.” Kat’s eyes went wide, then she rolled them and smiled shyly. “But for now…” Ruben opened his eyes and turned his head to face her. “Where can we find Mr McGowen?” “He had a friend…a drug dealer friend…lives a little upstate. I had thought he would have gambled your money away but as it’s been days and no one has heard from him, I rather think that’s how he is spending your money…” “Really? And he thinks he can become someone important?” Ruben scowled distastefully. “And you know where this guy is?”

I laughed at his comment and cross checked my image in the side view mirror, though the place is dark as night I just needed to adjust the bangs of hair covering the scar at the root of my hairline so it won't be visible. " You sound like you don't know who I'm going to meet" I asked him out of curiosity. " Honestly, I don't. I work for Mr McConnell yes, but as the manager of his transportation business here in New York and not Brooks and Shields Companies" Mr McConnell was a multimillionaire. A few seconds later the car came to a stop at the front of a brightly illuminated building with a logo wide across the top. " Here I go" I smiled at Smith. " Good luck, I'll be here with your kid till