Jeff Buchanan Novels & Stories

Creed said smiling “ don’t say anything Charlotte is taking a shower and will be here when she’s done” I groan taking a sit in my desk chair “ How was sleeping on the floor?” Ryan mocks making kissy faces “ terribly but it was worth it.” I huffed. Unwrapping my plate, I pick up a piece of bacon enjoying the delicious taste. This world wouldn’t be the same if bacon didn’t exist. We wait for her to come in while I listen to Creed and Ryan yell at each other about what food is best. Eating my eggs a soft knock of the door steals my attention

I stood up, the cold hair bracing my flesh. I watched him slick open the banana. “Your stubbornness, Lucas, tells a lot but I'd advise you to hold on to the thoughts that I, Mr McKinney, president of the McKinney conglomerate, has the power to pick who becomes the next president.” The president's words beamed into my ears, I could sense that they were aimed at striking fear in me but I had other plans. A dark twisted smile tugged at my lips, “Of course you do father. Of course!”

Else, Pa john will have to send you out in the next two months if you don't pay your rent. Finally, the meeting was over. Kimberly's joy knew no bounds. She followed her boss sluggishly behind him. "Thank God!" She blurted. "Thank God for what?" Damien turned to her. Arching his brows at her. "The meeting was boring." She answered sincerely. "No wonder you almost slept in there. Let's go out to eat. I'm famished." ********* "Guess what sir?" The unknown guy spoke to the man in sixties. "Talk to me, Bryan." The old man answered.

Surely- this was my Uncle Caleb, Dad, and Uncle Fred's brother. "That's me. Who do I owe the pleasure to?" I reply, making him chuckle. "Right. Let me introduce myself. The name is Caleb. Caleb Knight, I'm the owner of Knight's Enterprise and the father of Andrew Knight. It's come to my attention that you are the man of the night." he says smiling, extending his arm for me to shake. I shake firmly, making his smile widen. "It's a pleasure, sir," I say, playing it off. Does he really not know we are related? Or could he be trying to pull my leg? Either way, I have a feeling I need to be careful with him.

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)

the manager began nervously, two saleswomen on either side of him, each with a glass of champagne in hand. "Do you have any idea who Mr. Chancellor is? He's not just a COO. He's also the second largest shareholder of Hunter Industries. Second only to my husband, billionaire Will Hunter. Unless you want him spending his money elsewhere, go away. He is in a bit of a mood," Bianca said with a practised smile that almost made me chuckle. "Of course, Mrs. Hunter," the manager said, clearing his throat. "Mr. Chancellor, please take your time. Excuse us. Give them some room," he said, shooing his employees away.

“ He literally cares more about his looks than the case” His client, Mr Brown, sat beside him. From the way he sat - hunched back, with his head probing outward - and from how tedious breathing was for him, it was obvious that he was tensed, fidgeting even. Mr Brown was a well known congressman, a Democrat representing New York’s 8th congregational district. He has been serving in the house of representatives since 2013, and was a member of the Democratic Leadership, currently serving as the House Minority Leader. He has been involved in various committees, including the House Committee on the Judiciary. A fine man, who not only got public opinion with his charming warm looks, but also with

I turned to glare at Nathan, raising an eyebrow at the man who turned to look at the window, knowing that almost no one could see us due to the shaded windows “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” “I am a Pakhan, malyshka, and I do believe that you are smart enough to know that we have caught the attention of almost everyone inside that lobby. Therefore, the two of us should be acting upon it” Alpha Nathan said, looking at me, his eyes darkening as our conversation grew heated. “That is not what I meant. Plus, you being Pakhan means nothing to me, I believe that you are well aware of that. The two of us are married in front of the WOLF families…”

she smiled. “Logan?” John’s voice called out moments before he opened my office door. He was dressed for the funeral. His dark brown hair was neatly combed without a hair out of place, and his face was freshly shaven dressed in his black double-breasted Armani three-piece suit with a black dress shirt and tie. The only color in his outfit was the blood-red handkerchief in the breast pocket.