Julius Creed Novels & Stories

Creed's clone has already trained the little gobbler to not attack humans and only go for beasts, so his job is much easier. He didn't want to be late on the first mission. His impression was already not very good on the members. He had also packed some beta pills. After Creed left the Cadet training program, he realized that getting his hand on the beta pills was quite hard. The Brahma groups only delivered them to organizations in a batch and not to individuals in units. Good thing was that the pills he had collected from Wolf and other JET members were still left. So far he had only used 2 pills out of his 11.

Apollo grabbed Creed by the shoulders. “I am yer father! Do ye not remember?! We jus' met this marnin'! We came here to avenge yer mother. Ya did it, ya killed Adam!” “I know I killed him,” Creed spoke, now looking at the body. “He was trying to kill someone innocent. That is why I attacked. I didn’t mean to kill him. I just wanted to help you. I promised her, I promised her I wouldn’t hurt him.” Creed’s dragon retaliated, not like what he was saying. He rubbed his chest, trying to calm his beast, but he couldn’t understand what was happening to him. The beast within his body was restless, moving and pulling him away from the crowd, to what he wasn't sure.

“No. Creed. He’s moving money through a bank in Prague. He’s planning something. Maybe fleeing.” Grace stood. “Then we intercept him.” Calla frowned. “It’s dangerous. He’s desperate now. And ruthless.” “Perfect,” Grace said. “So am I.” They flew to Prague that night. Disguised under aliases, Grace and Calla checked into a boutique hotel across from the bank. Surveillance was set up within hours. And there he was. Julian Creed. Wearing a tailored trench coat and sunglasses. Alone. Except for the briefcase handoff at exactly 3:12 p.m.

I don’t even have time to grieve, because something else appears on the screen and I frown when I see an adult Creed running through the forest. He’s a complete copy of Kai now - blonde hair, blue eyes, large as fuck build, and a menacing aura. But he’s naked as he sprints through the forest, old scars and tattoos covering his chest and arms. He comes to a stop abruptly and falls to his knees sobbing. “No…I refuse to believe this,” he murmurs, shaking his head and emitting a growl filled to the brim with pain. “You can’t be dying!”

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

Helena was one to make the most dogged plans, that was one trait that had made the company the powerhouse it was today, and he knew this time she was up to no good. He exhaled, clearly over it. "Pour me a glass" --- The problem with being Jason Creed was that nothing easily fazed him anymore. Women threw themselves at him wherever he went. Business rivals crumbled when they heard the name ‘Creed’ The world said yes to everything he wanted, and the few things he said no to, his lawyers made happen in a second. So when his grandmother's agent, Kai, texted him a photo of the new bodyguard the next morning, Jason nearly choked on his coffee.

The small nodd of Maeve’s head, still wrapped in her mothers arms, was the only evidence that she had heard him. I knew how much Julius hated Adrian in this moment. It vibrated through our bond in sickening waves of murderous rage. But despite his harsh ulterior, Julius knew his people on a personal level. He wanted to tell Maeve that he would fucking murder Adrian for what he had done to her, to us. That he would keep him alive as he broke bones and removed organs, not the vital ones of course, the ones you could (very painfully) live without, until he finally decided to end his miserable life.

Iris I sat in a dark room, crossing and uncrossing my legs and surrounded by the silence of anticipation. Fred, Justin, Natalia, and a few unfamiliar faces were all waiting for Adonis to emerge from his bedroom. He was unaware of the surprise that awaited him. I fought to keep my eyes open and was fighting with the weight of my medication, but my body was succumbing to exhaustion. My head nodded forward, and I jerked myself awake. We heard the sound of Adonis' bedroom door opening. Fred whispered that we get ready. Adonis walked into the room, looking different from his usual polished looks.

"Then listen to me. There is one man who can stop this vote—override the board." "Who?" "Roman Creed. Retired founder. Godfather of Ashcroft Enterprise. He has one veto. One golden bullet." Cassian's eyes flew open in shock. "Roman Creed… He's alive? "Hidden. Watched. But alive," Julian confirmed. "And he'll appear only if you invite him." "Why me?" I panted. Julian was silent. "His wife was betrayed like you. And you look like her. Enough to lure him out of hiding."