Jack Walten Novels & Stories

Like a baby, he hung on him and cried aloud. “There you are,” James said. “I got you.” James’ entrance with his pack riled the gathering. The photographers tripled their shutters and shots, and the reporters lifted their microphones for his attention. He dominated the event and stole the spotlight. That is James Waldeen. He is known for his excellent media covers and engagements, and being away for years must’ve been hard for his fans. His friends are causing a disruption as well. There was Dribble, the soccer player, Morgan, the actor, and Lucky with his boyfriend, Larozo who had become the country’s sassy prosecutor.

But you’re telling me that this was all plotted by that young man, Javier Kersey? Walt couldn't believe that Javier, a young man in his twenties, could be so brutal to their business competition. He also knew exactly how to make or break a situation. Walt thought that someone who could pull off something so skillfully must be an old, cunning fox who had been in the business for many years.

The she-wolf looks shaken, her eyes darting between Josh and me, her fingers trembling slightly as she tries to compose herself. “What’s your name” I ask Josh mate. “Julia and this is Selena.” She says nervously. My eyes shift to Selena. The witch. Her energy is completely different from Julia’s. Where Julia’s presence is familiar and warm, Selena’s is… foreign. Not threatening, but charged. It’s like a crackle of electricity in the air, an ancient power that doesn’t belong in a pack house. My wolf is on edge around her, and I can’t blame him. Witches and wolves don’t mix easily.

She quickly just smiled and walked into the room. There were eight men sitting at the table, two ladies, along with Donovan who was sitting at the head of the table. The gentleman that walked in was Walt Justin, the CEO of Justin’s Real Estate. He was going to meet with Donovan about doing a merger. They had planned to have a meeting alone, yet when Donovan looked at Wanda’s plan, he decided to allow Walt to attend the meeting so he wouldn’t have to explain it to him later if he still decided to take on the project.

“Camila, peel off the wrappings. Goodness!” Darlene was across the room on a raised platform, a typical musical setup. She was directing two men unboxing and organizing equipment. After working for the Walters for ten years, such large gatherings had simply become part of her job. She knew all the "bits and nits," which was why Mrs. Walter trusted her. Jonathan was the only Walter unbothered by the anticipated day. He was occupied with his duty as CEO and had traveled all the way to Liverpool. “I hope he’s still alive,” he murmured, placing one foot on the ground.

The bed shook as he rolled over on the mattress to grab his phone from the table. “It’s James.” James is a warlock from my coven. During Lillian’s reign he had protested her rule and her way of doing things, he even called her out on a few of her lies. As a consequence, he had to flee to the states because there had been too many attempts on his life. Now he was under our employ, as the Chief Executive Officer of our foundation.

Jack was attending to the client, while cella was busy listening to Kristina. "Really, he said that?" She widened her eyes. "Yes he did." "What a jerk! You should have spat at his face and yell back at him. You are his personality assistance. His PA. Who does he think he is," "He is Ian walter, he is an heir. Of course, he thinks he is on top of the world," Kristina sneered. "On top of the world, really," "So, what are you gonna do now," "I will just stay here until the end of the probation. Let me just assume this as resting after so much work," she sighed, resting her head properly on the chair.

But when one wolf at the far end of the room whispered too loudly and the table chuckled under their breath, he set his fork down with a sharp clink. The sound cut through the room like glass breaking. Every head turned. His voice was calm. Cold. “Is there something you’d like to share?” The wolf froze. The color drained from his face. “No, Alpha,” he said quickly, eyes dropping to the table. “Good,” Nolan said. “Because if anyone here thinks my wife is a subject for gossip, they’re free to take it up with me directly. As I doubt that any alpha would allow limits to be crossed when it comes to his Luna. And I think that you know what it is to cross a limit when it is me.”

"I don't know who you are. Get out of my office." The man didn't move. He looked at Bryan, who had stepped forward to shield me. Bryan’s eyes were narrowed, his muscles tensed and ready to strike. "I am Julian Walton," the man said. His voice was smooth, like expensive silk. "Grandpa Walton’s secret son. The one he hid away in London for thirty years to keep the family 'pure.' And according to the medical records from the clinic Damien used... Damien is sterile. He can’t have children, Hazel."

The next generation of the Walton men is all grown up and ready to take on the world. William Walton who had to spend his years in a wheelchair has gone through much therapy and exercise to allow him to walk today. Even though very slowly, he was able to walk with a black cane and gold handle with a lion head carving. Another way for him to display his power. His wife, Dinah held his arms along the way.