John W Creasy Real Life Novels & Stories

Cyrus rolled his eyes nodding his head. “By the way congratulations. Hopefully, your son wouldn’t have a habit of attaching to his boss like a leech in the future.” Creed glared at his back before making his way to the car. Creed at first didn’t quit his job as his training phase wasn’t as fucked up as the leader had to take. Creed was an orphan who was forced into this world by Cyrus’s father. Creed took the training with Cyrus. They both were close from their training days. Creed still remembers the time like it happened yesterday when Cyrus was trained like a dog.

If Joseph made his move, having me down here would just make my rescue more difficult. So I would have to do something I strongly didn’t want to do. I would have to obey Crewe. Crewe brought me breakfast the following morning instead of sending his butler, Finley. Dressed in a midnight black suit, his broad shoulders looked utterly masculine. Without being able to see his skin, it was obvious he was packed with lean muscle. He had dark brown hair that nearly looked black, a five o’clock shadow on his chin even though he probably just shaved a few hours ago, and he had an arrogant smile on those full lips. He slid the tray of food under the bars then stood to his full height, something over s

The creations. No one really actually knew much about them at all, most people assumed them nothing more than conspiracy stories told by mentally unstable and eccentric fools, but the truth was the sightings were becoming more and more real and hundreds of people were seeing them on a daily basis, our own air force had confirmed the stories to be true, the Pentagon for hecks sake was leaking massive covered up information related to this exact story.

Maybe Whitney was one of the last people to speak to Irene. I retrieved Whitney’s card from my purse and crawled into bed with my laptop to do some research. Whitney Crewe bore no connection to the name on the business card—Madam Ella Crewe. Publicly, she was identified as Jack Barnes’ partner. The PPS founder was more well-known than she. Whitney lived with him in a very nice five-bedroom home in the middle of upper-class suburban Illinois. Jack owned a small yacht that he kept in Fort Lauderdale, and Whitney owned a condo in Aspen, Colorado.