Keegan Russ Novels & Stories

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

Later, when we joined kick-boxing, and we became brothers. "I'm not going to explain the man who fucked all the years before realizing he's in love with his ex-assistant." I taunted him. It was ironic that he was looking for his former assistant everywhere. After that, he found her, and now he's got a daughter with her. They're getting married soon. Keegan sighed with defeat. He knows his best friend is hard-headed. And I am adamant to have Honour with me. "Kane is ready to help you, but first, I want you to stand at your feet." Keegan sat down by my side. We stared at Josie before he asked. "Did you tell Campbell girl how you separated from Camille?"

Intrigued, his gaze searched the room until it landed on a pair of shoes stopping beside him. It was the man who had been with King earlier—his right-hand man. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Raze Alconde,” he said, offering a handshake. Kane accepted it with grace. “Pleasure to meet you, too.” “My boss seems to like your work a lot,” Raze remarked. “I’m an aspiring artist myself. Mind sharing your secret?” His smile was lopsided, his tone friendly. Kane sensed the subtle game at play and responded in kind.

“About the nutcase lady, she is the reason why I request your presence.” “Who is she?” “She is the daughter of Alpha Atlas. The Alpha of the CageMoon Pack. Aunt said the nutcase is betrothed to me ever since I was a boy. And I had no fucking idea about it.” “Hold on, Leo…… you are fucking joking, right?” “Did you see me in any costume? I’m dead serious, Man,” I pushed myself up from the couch, and made my way to the mini-bar in my office. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey, stretched it in the direction of Max. “Do you care for any?”

"Did you know that?" "Sure. He is the point one. Don't let the handsome looks deceive you. He is bad. So, stop crushing." Bold voice responded. "Oh my God. But you know he is my crush." tiny voice whined. "Too bad. He is hooked. I don't envy girls with cultists though. Those guys are brutal." "So, I’ve heard. And he’s going to be the Student Union President," the tiny voice asserted. "I’ll still vote for him, though—because he is my crush."

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

Still, otherwise, his focus was primarily on academics. And after hearing about how I took down Jillian and Siegfried and seeing how well I fight in training, Declan declared I was just like Conor but with Fianna’s looks. Apparently, Conor was something of a badass fighter. Though knowing that about him makes me wonder how someone managed to take him out. I’d sat down with the older members of the pack to ask questions about them. About the attack on the pack and surviving since. “It was the worst night of our lives,” Kevin, the oldest survivor, spoke up. “They enlisted rogues to help them. Came at us from all sides. They were burning buildings,” Ronan, Declan’s older brother, nodded.

"The kids were fine and the insurance is sorting it out." Kobe's lips thinned into a snarl. "Can you do anything right?" "She got a new job," Isaac said jumping to my defence. "A real job in a software company. Her boss bought her loads of fancy new clothes and we got benefits and health insurance and all kinds of great stuff." Kobe's eyebrow raised as he turned his attention to me. "We go there after school," Isaac continued. "They have a daycare. A real great one with computers and drawing tablets and teachers to help us with our schoolwork. It's awesome."

“Talk.” Kevin opened the folder and flipped to the photo clipped inside. Grainy surveillance footage, timestamped six weeks ago. The image showed Quinn Stark standing outside a nondescript building in Brooklyn—shaking hands with a man whose face had been badly scarred, his left hand missing two fingers. Alex’s brow furrowed. “Who is that?” “Name’s Igor Malenko,” Kevin said grimly. “Former Russian special forces turned hitman. Black market contracts all over Europe. Guess who had ties to him?”

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.