Jungle Fury Casey Novels & Stories

The waiter placed a lemonade on their table. “ Thank you”. Zazu held the drink for Casey .“Drink this ”. She made her drink it. “ Just choose the wrong guys whenever she has dated.” her other friend, Deniz said . Zazu shot her a death glare as Casey again began to cry loudly. “What?” Deniz asked as she put a grape into her mouth. “We know you are a lawyer but do you always have to tell everything straight on her face ?”. Zazu brushed her hand on the back of Casey's head trying to calm her down.

She ran forward and kicked his face in. He was knocked out cold a second after, overwhelmed by the pain. "You alright?" I asked Casey, looking her over to see where she got hurt. "Yeah, I'm okay." Casey said dismissively, looking around us and stopping once she saw Joe. "Joe..." She whispered before running towards him. I helped her get him up. "How are we going to get out of here?" Casey asked, looking at the unconscious bad guys. "Call a cab," I instructed her, shifting Joe's weight so that she can free her hands to call a taxi.

“Wait. That’s what you were doing yesterday? I knew it wasn’t some appointment. You never just leave the site like that! Hell, they can barely get you to take vacation time. You took a wolf home?” “She was injured,” Atticus said, more sharply than intended. “That stupid tree clipped her on the way down.” “What?” Johnathan barked a disbelieving laugh. “That tree was massive! You’re telling me it hit her and she walked away? No—she looks fully healed, and well enough to throw down with two others on top of it! That’s not a normal wolf, man. Maybe she’s a mutant.” The word hit like a slap. Atticus’s head snapped toward him, nostrils flaring. “She’s not a mutant. Don’t you ever say something lik

Candy frowned, seeing a pink-haired lady with a large gun on her shoulder. Seeing the scene, she spat out the gum in her mouth and sighed. "Fuck," she cursed, her gaze moving towards Candy. "You must be the devil's bride," she said. Candy immediately knew she was sent by Diego. "Who are..." Before Candy could finish her question, the lady shot the men in the room. Mr. Henry's eyes widened. "I'm Phoenix Fury, Diego's bitch number one." ____ Two men walked into the room where Jameson was being kept. To their dismay, Jameson was not in the room.

he muttered quietly and right on cue a monster appeared in the room roaring at the both of us. The monster lunged at me. It missed me but not before the monster had made a fist with one hand and swung it towards my chest with such force I fell down on my back on the floor groaning in pain. Tate jumped between me and the monster as if ready to take his place in defense against it. He raised his hands in front of it defensively. His gaze didn’t leave the monster even after the monster disappeared into thin air. Freya started crying again and this time it wasn’t from happiness, it was full of pain and despair that I never thought possible. The tears were flowing out like an unstoppable stream.

It was still alive and none too happy. “You could have killed it for us,” Jason barked. He skillfully dodged flailing claws while relieving Luthias of the struggling beast. “I thought we could share,” Luthias explained. “Casey and I will take the blood and give you the meat.” “Good idea,” Jason said as he rubbed at a welt the wildcat left in his arm. “Casey is resting over there. She looks pretty weak.”

I said through gritted teeth. “Ooh!! What are planning? Making James Russo life a hell?” Lily asked with goofy smile. “Yes, burn him in that hell!” My anger was flaring when I saw how he was laughing and smiling with his friends and he chugged down the alcohol in his system! “Ohh hmm just be careful Sapphire that man is very cunning. It might not against you. And his hands are so big. We don’t want you to get spanked by that hot man little kitty.” Emerald said making me more furious. Lily laughed on her comment.

One of the men tried to protest, but I shut him down with a cutting remark. "Aww, you have a mouth," I said. "I thought you were mute since you didn't speak since you got here.” Finally, A guy named Jack speaks up. “This is not right. We won't tell you anything,” he says firmly. I can understand his frustration, but I'm not about to back down. “I know it's not right, but taking my Jeremy away from me also is not right,” I reply. Another named Henry chimes in, clearly nervous. “Jack, don't make him angry.”

When Casey Fusco pushed the divorce papers toward me, his gun was right by his hand. It was a Colt M1911. The barrel of the gun looked cold and unfeeling, much like the look in his eyes. "Sign it." Casey was seated in the red velvet high chair that represented the power of the family's leader. He had a cigar between his fingers. The smoke from it wisped in the air, blurring his features. "Rowena is pregnant. It's a boy."

"A ten-year sentence is too light. It should be life imprisonment." "Everyone who attacked Mr. James and his father should apologize right now. You were all accomplices." I later took back control of the spa and hired a professional team to run it. The business quickly got back on track. Three months later, someone unexpected showed up in the line of job applicants at Miller Group. It was Fiona, who had lost weight and looked haggard. None of her former swagger was left now. She begged us to forgive her and said she wanted to start from the bottom as a regular employee, then return to the family.