Jesse Katsopolis Novels & Stories

She heard a slight scuffle as she approached but the hallway was empty. She frowned slightly and turned to leave. “You were saying?” She asked Reyes. Meanwhile, Rico pretended he was trying to remember why he’d suddenly entered a startled Kelly’s office. “That I know your boss is gay. Still, find out why you’re suddenly so invaluable,” Reyes said Jessi scoffed. “I am Jessica Harper, Mr. Donovan. I am invaluable.” “You know what I mean, babe.” Jessi sighed, wondering what had gotten into Rico. “I do,” she said.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Alpha’s aren’t known for their compassion or patience, if this guy was an Alpha, killing a trespasser like us would require the same amount of effort as putting his pants on every morning. “I felt the command. He’s an Alpha. A strong one. Let’s just hope the reason we’re alive isn’t because he likes torture.” Celeste gulped as she followed our captor.

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

Jesse slapped his buddy's cheek a couple of times, shaking him off from the mirage that was K. "Is that... her?" Isaac asked in a hushed voice, still in a daze. Jesse nodded, his mouth twisted into an annoyed pout. He knew that K was already preparing to leave. His wits and thoughts were running away from him. He wanted to speak with her before she leaves again. Jesse was afraid that he had scared K off, all with his stupid suggestion for her to keep some of her clothes at his place. Fucking stupid idea. "Yeah, Isaac, listen, I have to-"

There are questions in my brain and new information I need to process. The conversation I had with Mr. Katrakis lingers in my mind, and I want to know more about his cousin. I sit down at the desk with the glowing MacBook. I hope that this isn’t some sort of test and that I’m actually allowed to use the computer. I type “Oliver Katrakis” into Google—though I have already done this search a couple of times. Hundreds of results pop up. I bite my lip, clicking the first link. Oliver Katrakis is thirty–two and has been the CEO of Grethe and Elga Enterprises for five years. A Princeton graduate, double major, and award-winning entrepreneur. Besides his work, he has various interests and is gifted

“I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.” I watched Cornelius and Felix taking everything in. “So who is this man that is after you and why?” Cornelius asked. I nodded and continued my story. “I found out that the man that is after me is Joseph King. Apparently, he is a very big gangster i

Jake is in surveillance, he pauses at the door like he wants to say something, and when Jesse comes to stand by my side, he walks away. I exhale. Kelly and Jesse are on my personal protection team. Not like I need anything like that, but Jazz and I are on Jesse protection team, so it works out. “Now, I don’t want to hear no kissing sounds.” Jazz says, Jesse grins, “Don’t worry, we’re mostly soundless- okay, that’s a lie, Elijah makes a lot of beautiful sounds.” I swat him away. He is determined to turn me into a tomato today.

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)