Romans & histoires Jeff Buchanan

"The President of the United States." Clarkson spun the whiskey in his glass. "I told you so. They weren't interested in the billionaire. They were interested in the architect who reworks souls." He extended his hand and curled it around Jonah's, the teak and brass ring chill on his skin. "You were fantastic. You always are.". Jonah leaned his head back, closing his eyes. “From scandal to senators,” he murmured, the phrase now imbued with the weight of the day. “It’s a hell of a journey.”

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

" He asked sitting down behind his desk which was buried with paper work. In fact his entire office was kind of a pig sty. It was gross, and the blinds to his windows were open about halfway which let in some sunlight which showed off the cigarette smoke that floated around is office. "Sorry about the mess and smell dear, working in an asylum isn't an easy job, nor is running one." I waved it off as if I wasn't even bothered by it when I actually was. "I understand Mr. Baxter." I said with a warm smile. "You have any experience?" He asked not looking at me much. "Well I have worked for my neighbors in my apartment cleaning and cooking for the elderly when they needed it or young mothers who

“What has you and Dean so busy?” “Nothing you need to be concerned about, little wolf” He grunted. “You know, you’re inability to share is infuriating.” I pouted as I placed my hands on my hips. Julius’ eyes darkened as he caught the action. “I told you, little wolf, I don’t share.” His gaze flickered to Jake so quickly that if I hadn’t of been paying attention, I would have missed it. “Make sure you remember that.” With that he nodded to Dean, who was still standing in the far corner of the gym and making of a show of looking anywhere but at us, and made his way back towards the packhouse, leaving me to collect myself before returning to Maeve and Jake.

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.

Brad cranes his neck, looking over at Nick, who's obliviously watching the previews, and then says to Beth, "Want some popcorn?" as if trying to divert her attention. It was sweet of him, I'll give him that. Unfortunately, it's pretty clear Beth's not the kind of girl who would notice. She's already too mad at everyone else to care.

His eyes then stopped cold when he saw the picture of the President and CEO of The Buchanan Holdings. Jonathan Buchanan. Looking at the picture intently, Zach started to study the features of the man and his mind started to wander to where he had seen that face before. He stared at the dark-haired man in the picture, who has dark, hazel eyes, a slightly crooked nose and a strong, square jaw. “Where the f8ck have I seen you?” Zach muttered darkly. “I know I have seen your face before.”

Ethan Axel, and Aaron, all dressed up formally, along with the rest, were already welcoming Jeff and his second son, Byron Chambers. “Ethan Axel! You guys are getting more and more handsome. No, I got it wrong, I should call you President Hamilton and Prosecutor Axel, right? Oh! Is this Elizabeth little boy? Wow! The last time I saw him he was just a naughty, cute little boy, now he’s just so dashing. He’s a talent at first sight. Where do you work now?” Chairman of the Chambers Group, Jeff, approached each of them warmly and greeted them with a handshake.

Arianna: “Good evening, boss, the usual?” I asked, smiling at the Alpha who just walked toward the bar. Alpha Dean Ivanov, Pakhan, and Alpha of Alphas, also my family’s biggest challenge and rival. His blue eyes met my green ones and he nodded in response and I smiled before turning to the bottles and pulling out his bottle of scotch and a glass. I poured the glass for him and handed it to him before turning to his beta, or in other words, his second hand as I poured him his glass.

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."