Joseph Hagen Novels & Stories

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

I've never played this game before, so I'm not sure what to expect. "Okay," he says, settling back against the cushions. "One, my full name is Rylan Joseph Mennetti. Two, when I was 5-years-old, my older brothers tossed me off the roof. And, three, my beverage of choice is a pint of Guinness." "Tossed you off the roof?" I exclaim. Then I chuckle. "You know, that actually explains a lot." His mouth edges up. "So you're saying truth for that one?"

I wondered what they were discussing but I knew I was the subject of the discussion as occasionally, Harrison would look my way, confirming my suspicions. After their conversation concluded, Harrison made his way back to me, a smile playing on his lips, his hands hidden behind his back. As he drew closer, he clasped my hand in his own. "Come with me," he directed, and I complied, briefly casting a glance toward Zaine. He led me a short distance away before coming to a halt, positioning himself before me. "Aurora, you are truly fortunate, and your beauty is exceptional," Harrison began. "Thank goodness for Zaine. He holds considerable wealth and is a friend of the Alpha himself," he added, pr

" Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers " " Wow. That's a huge money " a lady mutters in the colly room. " The surgeon he had called upon goes by the man Doc Shetty. He is known for performing the most successful face switched and voices. He won an awards last year for being the best on Earth. His demands however is... On the high path " Maximo let out a sigh at this. Now the puzzle has fallen into place for hi

Yes, Jacob was bad news all the way around. Not only had he poached members of the neighboring pack, but he had also moved onto their territory as far as his businesses. Some of his pack members were drug dealers, which was not allowed in the White Moon pack territory. Jacob’s people had been selling drugs there for a long time. The neighboring Alpha had warned Jacob that he would continue to kill his people if he found them, but Jacob hadn’t reigned them in. Every once in a while, he would have his enforcer do something as an example, but then he would let it go after that because it brought him more money. Nicholas threatened an all-out war if Jacob did not start acting like an Alpha and c

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

“Well, it's lovely to meet you, Jenny. My names, Robbie.” “Hi, Robbie. How…how did you find us?” “We acually came here to look for-” My words are cut of when the door to the box is once again opened and a strong gust of wind blows right through the place and freezes me to the spot, only it's not the wind that has my feet rooted to the spot no, it's the most amazing smell that I have ever known hitting me full force in the face that has me frozen. Could it be… “Robbie, I smell our mate. She's in here!” Jax my wolf practically shouts in my ear. “Fuck, is she seriously in here? Have we finally found our Mate?”

She adds. That earns a few laughs, mostly from Tianya and Kylynn. I can hear soft giggling from my side, so I know my little sprite also finds this funny. A man about my height sits down beside her as Alayni rolls her eyes. I recognize him as Travis Halestrum. His family owns numerous hotels and restaurants all over the world. We have wanted to meet with him for a few years now. I see the exact moment when he notices Tianya and Kylynn.

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

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.