Jay Crawley Novels & Stories

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

Of course, she didn’t notice his movement, because her eyes remained on Roy the entire time. “Roy, you’re here just in time to meet Cassandra’s cousins.” Caleb began in an attempt to break the ice, “Kylie, Kennedy, that’s Roy, he’s my….deputy, Roy, meet Kylie and Kennedy, Cassandra’s cousins.” “Hi.” Roy said, his eyes never leaving his mate. She was so much more beautiful in person than in those dull pictures, he particularly loved her head of full, springy curls. There was no doubt in his mind that he would fully enjoy grabbing hold of all that hair while he had his way with her or playing with the curls while they spoke lengthily about any and everything.

It was only after Clayton heard Jaxton's words that he looked at Liam, who had ignored him the whole time. Seeing that Liam was dressed very ordinarily and remained silent, Clayton got confused and asked, "Herbert, is it because of this guy that the Shaw family's bankrupt? Who is he?" Clayton did not know Liam. He was just parachuted into Drunham City from another state two years ago.

Jenny nodded then felt immediate relief and hope at what her mother had said. "Thank you, Mama," was all she could say. ***** JASON sighed heavily as he stared at the tombstone of Ara's grave. “Ara, I know you and Daniel are happy now. I guess I did the right thing not to fight for what I feel for you back then. Because in the end, until the next life you two will still be together, and I am so happy for you guys,” the other side of Jason's mind as he quietly watched the flame of the white candle that he lit.

This time, Nyla didn't hang up but chose to answer the call. "Hello." The voice on the other end trembled with agitation. "Ms. Jayston, you finally answered! My name is Ryan Davey. My father, Vincent Davey, was one of the workers who died in the Harris Pharmaceuticals accident six years ago. "I saw the news about you sending Cyrus to prison. I want to meet with you. I have some evidence. Are you free now?" Nyla remembered the name Vincent Davey, but...

This is worse than anything else. “Okay, so we’re waiting for Mr. Hargrove and his assistant. Let’s begin by introducing ourselves. I’m Christopher Skylar of Skylar Research, but you can call me Chris. This is Allan Jarvis, my righthand and behind me are Ken and Steven our assistants.” Chris Skylar said. He made his announcement sound as if he put an effort into not making it into a proclamation. I could hear the struggle he had with his tone and I’m unsure how sincere he is about treating us as equals.

Serena returned the compliment sincerely. “You too,” Kiara said with a knowing glance. Before anything else could be said, Alexandro appeared behind them. “Kiara, I need you to deliver some messages to the Beta of the western watchtower and check on the patrols before nightfall,” he instructed. Kiara gave a sharp nod. “Understood.” She offered Serena a small wink and departed, her boots crunching softly over the gravel as she disappeared down the hallway. Serena turned back toward Alexandro, who had already begun walking toward the courtyard.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

“That man cannot keep a secret from me to save his life.” “Nash?” CJ asks, glancing between us. “Oh — sorry,” I say quickly, realizing. “CJ, this is Claire. Alex’s sister.” “And her dear friend,” Claire adds warmly, extending a hand toward him. CJ shakes it politely. “Nice to meet you.” “This is CJ,” I continue. “He’s a dear friend too.” Claire nods approvingly. “I’ve seen his games. Great season, by the way.” CJ’s face lights up slightly. “Thank you.”

"But you're twenty-seven year old, Cleavira. My Gosh! Two months from now you would turn twenty-eight. Don't you want to have your own family? Or even have kids and be a mother?" "Of course, I want it. I want to have my own family and experience to be a mother." "But you're not into relationship. There's a lot of guys out there who want to court you but you rejected them all. I haven't see you dating with anyone. Why not try to meet someone or give chance to one of your suitors?" "You know what happened a year ago, right?" "Uhm, yeah. Cleavira, I know it's really hard to trust again after all the things that happened to you a years ago but how long will you chained yourself in the past?"