Keegan Russ Novels & Stories

Before I could complete, we hear a knock. I know it’s Ethan, I can smell him in space too. He walks in with a more confused expression than Drake's. I notice Ethan is petite compared to other men, his features make him cute, like those Asian idols that Drake keeps talking about. What was it, Be-Tea-Ass? After telling him to shift on this floor as my secretary, I order him and Drake to leave as Dakota wants to touch Ethan's blue hair, he likes the shine and color of his hair. This lousy wolf!

Julius said, planting his palms firmly on his desk and he thankfully navigated the conversation away from topics of conversation we had yet to discuss. “I’m assuming our Luna here is up to speed about Wes?” “Yes.” Julius and I replied in unison. “Okay dynamic duo. Well, when I say he is perhaps the weakest person I’ve ever encountered, I’m not lying. This guy is talking and I’m not even asking questions.” “I’m sure you’re not doing nothing.” Julius scoffed. “I’ve electrocuted him a handful of times, sue me.” Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his forearms over his broad chest. “Anyway, he’s confirmed that Adrian is working with someone and he’s got connections in the Blue Moon Pack.”

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.

Noella said, “You’re clueless. It’d be best just to keep quiet and watch!” Kayson furrowed his eyebrows. He looked toward Michael and was about to speak when Keagan let out a heavy grunt. “I can understand that young people are wildly conceited and clueless.” Keagan said nonchalantly, “Do you know that my hearing is shockingly sensitive, and I have an even sharper sense of danger? “The incoming person is impressive indeed and also a master-level powerhouse. But if you claim that I’m no match for the person, you’ve underestimated me.”

He sees me before Riven but he’s already got questions of his own. “Kevin Baker was asking directions to your house in town earlier, why?” He has to crunch on glass before he comes to his senses. I watch his eyes widen in horror. “Kevin Baker?” Riven asks. “Who the fuck is Kevin Baker?” I have no idea who Kevin Baker is. No idea at all. “He was on my books a few years back,” Kennedy says. “From a broken family in Gloucester, a nasty piece of work. Violent.” Riven looks at me but I can’t meet his eyes.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

Not since the day he left her behind and went back to college. Keegan was twenty-one and was finishing off college at that time. He had his future in front of him, while she was sixteen and way too young for him. But when he did leave to finish his study he got injured while training. The incident terminated his spot in college football and at the same time shut down his chance to play professionally. His parents helped him finish college, but then they passed away in a tragic car accident which somehow directed him to work for Braddock Senior. Since then he never looked back. But tonight everything was falling back into place and he intended to tell her exactly that.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

Keegan pulled a compact transmitter from his vest and sent a distress signal to West Ridge Base. The situation had unfolded exactly as he had anticipated. Cyrus wanted him dead now. The first missed shot had given him cover, but there would be no clean second chance. … That sudden burst of movement told Cyrus everything he needed to know. His opponent was a close-quarters specialist. If the fight turned into a grapple, Cyrus would not like his odds. If this dragged on, the man could transmit his details. Worse, reinforcements could arrive