Jim Hopper Novels & Stories

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to remember who I was thinking about. Jaxon. My boss. The man who made everyone’s life hell at the office, including mine. The man who barked orders, threw insults at everyone, and made me hate my job every single day. The same man who humiliated his employees, only to have them servicing him when no one was looking. But… God, he was perfect. My mind was still caught up in the image of his taut abs, the way his muscles rippled with tension. His strong hands. His cock.

She loves it. Misty is walking out the door. Her sex-drenched thong is in my hand. I may see her again. So, let me get all this out of the way so we can get back to fucking. I'm Jim, forty-nine, tall and lean. I'm in ridiculously good shape as I swim, do karate etc. I'm six-foot-three, I've got the salt-and-pepper hair going, light blue eyes, and a voice that is chocolate to women's ears. I'm charming as hell ̶ and married.

The older was of course had concluded that he'd been protesting a bit too much for their liking and dismissed his aggressive speeches as they continued their ride. It wasn't much of a shock to Gunner that the boy had accepted a short contract when agreeing to bring in this bail jumper Darren Hiller. The rest of the boys were on board for whatever trouble they could get into, Gearhead, especially in this case. He'd come a long way from being a jumpy mechanic who had barely survived a wolf hunt and got caught up in the process. The pack took him in and he ended up becoming one of them as a result of the carelessness on the part of one of their own.

Hunter said as sparks glinted in their eyes. Hunter saw as three of the guys walked in the same direction toward the tall brown-haired guy. "It's up to you how many challenges you want to accept or reject." Hunter continued, watching three fit and strong trainees challenging the brown-haired guy who accepted the challenge. A circle was made and the sparring started between two girls. Hunter watched with the rest of the trainees as he kept explaining their mistakes and good points for the others to learn. The brown-haired guy named Kevin stepped into the circle as his first opponent approached him. They sparred and the guy was down rather quickly as Kevin faced the other challenger telling hi

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

"You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with concern. "I mean…your Dad can be the founder and CEO of the great Hunter's Empire, but imagine the feeling of knowing that you turned a billionaire without Daddy's help." With that said, Wade Roberto dismissed Daisy Hunter. As she left, Wade Roberto crossed his legs on the mahogany and smirked. "Daisy Hunter will come around, I'm certain of it." He whispers to himself. Moments later…. Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.

Armando had never been opportuned like Lorenzo or Dante Cossato, Bella's father, none of these men were born into wealth, they made wealth, struggled and worked hard to put themselves in the high rank that they were today. Unfortunately, Armando was different, people liked to think of him as lazy and dull, made mockery of his status and compared him constantly to his brother, but Armando didn't mind, he never thought of it as a competition, that was what they all believed from his actions but when the man had killed himself it had shocked them all.

Man, I'm more tired than I realized. Coach Dawson, one of the offensive coaches, walks down the aisle and plops down on the seat across from me. "You becoming a family man, Zavaro?" he asks, slapping a newspaper in my hand. My whole body runs ice cold. No pro athlete wants to hear those words come out of their coach's mouth. I snatch the paper out of his hands and unfold it. Next to me, Christian looks over my shoulder. The headline reads Daniel Zavaro Plays Mr. Mom at Walmart. Is The Long-Time Bachelor Trading in His Cleats for Baby Booties?