John Seed Novels & Stories

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

he ask while looking down at his hand. "Nixon Marsh" I say as our order is called. We each take our drinks and walk out of the shop turning towards the same direction. Taking this as a chance to ask him a few questions I ask him how old he is, he tells me he's nineteen studies at the Brayer collage.

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

"Cal? He's not that young is he?" Jasper chuckles. "Everyone's young to me." Suddenly, he sets me down. Stretching, I look through the trees. I can see the lights of Grayson's house close by. How did time pass so quickly? "Even Kaden?" This time, Jasper laughs aloud. "Kaden's great, great..." He pauses. "Great, great grandparents didn't even exist when I killed by father." Startled, I look up to meet his gaze. "Remember, I'm not really alive."

I promised, on Hana's life, I wouldn’t kill anyone. I haven’t been here in seven years, not since Siegfried took Suzu from me. My return to my old cabin by the lake was bittersweet—so many memories of her and the good times we had here. On the bright side, the current camp director, Rowan Moors, doesn’t know my face, so I had introduced myself as James Logan and got hired as the new groundskeeper. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m some lowlife drifter that was just looking for a temporary job and a place to stay. My gut tells me not to trust that prick. And my gut is rarely wrong.

Edward said, voice low. Alexandro stepped forward and looked down at the child. He was so small. Fragile. But there was a strength in him, even now. “He looks like Jina,” Alexandro remarked. Edward smiled with pride. “He’s a fighter already. Came out yelling like a warrior.” Alexandro chuckled lightly. He bent slightly, placing a hand gently near the child—not touching, but close enough to feel the warmth. He hadn’t thought much about heirs before. He had always believed he had time. That power was enough. But in this moment, staring at this tiny life, this clean beginning… he felt something shift.

he grabbed my hand, "Can't we still be friends or something?" I pulled my hand back, "Whatever." ** I was home now, god today was awful, stupid Adam broke up with me and to top it off, I have fucking school tomorrow. This is fucking horrible. "Jade," my mum called, "Jonathan's here, come say hi." Jonathan's my older brother.

"Well, sort of. I can see flashes of images and feel the emotions that go along with them. Especially if they're catastrophic. And if you've been doing this as long as me, you start getting good at deciphering the pieces of a story." "Okay," Brad says, "So, you think Candice used to be the girl Atticus killed himself over?" "Without a doubt," Mrs. Stephens says. "Her name was Josephine."

But there is a great part out of this. Is there? Oh, it is. John told us something he didn't tell Adam. I don't know why he kept it hidden. He told us Sarah had an accomplice in childhood and we think there is a huge possibility she might turn to him. His name is James Powell. James Powell? Doesn't ring any bell… You don't know him, we don't either. We have an address and we will go there. One more curiosity. How did Adam Oakland manage to go inside?

Sean's face dropped in displeasure, since John was clearly mocking him. After all, John was basically saying that the Cranstons would never win if he worked against them. Being the eldest grandson of Jesse Cranston, such contempt naturally left Sean uncomfortable. Yet somehow, he had nothing to say about that. "You can take your time to consider," John said, and he started to leave. "There are three days until I get discharged." In other words, Sean had three days to think about it. "John Levine," Sean suddenly called out to him. John stopped, but did not turn around.