Kenson Hunte Novels & Stories

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

"I knew it! I recognized you from that magazine. You did a modeling gig once didn't you?" Ah yes. I did model once. There was no point denying it now. I nodded my head but was totally unprepared for Kelsey's excited squeal as she leapt into the air. "DeShawn Hunter. Son of Jackson Hunter, oh my God! No one believe me. I have to take a picture." She didn't even ask if I minded. She whipped out her phone. Someone from the other aisle had heard her and come running, excitement written all over her face too.

Yet somehow, that moment he'd proven multiple times that she wanted him, too, the long list of consequences he knew by heart suddenly ceased to exist. When she'd kissed him back, his brain just went "fuck it" and shut off. Denied every logic his hard life and upbringing had trained him to recognize before anything else. "Shit." Darren heaved a sigh, pouting at something on the floor. "Help me find her uncle." "Who's her uncle?" "Peter Kinley." "Right. So?" Jenson got up from his seat and put on a poker face. "He's a producer, and screenwriter. Living in San Francisco with his wife."

I asked “After Hayden was killed, I was desperate for revenge. Then I would always come to the station to look for Tom and Morgan. One day I was approached by a man. He told me his name is Smith Connor the owner of Smith’s bar and lounge. Initially, I was not interested. But he offered to give me work and an opportunity to avenge my brother’s death. I was very destitute at that time. Our parents were already dead. I and Hayden only have each other. Then I agreed.” “How many years were you then?” I asked. “I was 15 years back then,” came the calm answer. Kayla’s POV I have been listening to the whole interrogation. I imagined myself passing through that ordeal at 15 years.

Sometimes, I don’t understand why. Kinsella is an innocent girl. I was her first kiss. For all her twenty-two years of existence, I was the first man who got that close to her. I was the only man she let to get close to her. She wasn’t bad for me. I was bad for her. And I accept that truth. “This is Kino Anthony Sloane of K.S. Construction and Design Company.” The voice from the other line said. I shivered. This is Kinsella’s cousin, the one annoying her to death.

Why is she sitting on Hunter’s lap? “Hello Alpha, I’ve missed you.” She leans in to peck him on the cheek and I am ambushed with a tightening of my chest. My heart picks up speed and I forget how to breathe properly for a moment. Is she his Luna? Hunter sets his glass of wine down and rests his elbow at the back of his chair. “Katelyn, meet the newest members of my pack, Elena and Connor.” My head jerks back up and I swallow, forcing myself to smile at her. The woman, Katelyn curls up her lips to reveal a perfect pair of pearly whites. She waves her fingers at us with a swanlike grace before turning her attention back to Hunter.

Sean stared at Kent's cold face and realized that he was serious in torturing him, he started sweating on his forehead and pleaded but Kent gave him a deaf ear and left the building with a long strides. Kent Ken is the CEO of the Ken’s company which is the largest and biggest in Canada. He was also the leader of the infamous black scorpion gang alongside his friends and was said to have a cold personality unlike his junior brother, who was jovial and also the COO of the Ken’s group. Outside the building, Kent entered his car in the backseat when his phone rang. He checked the caller and saw that it was his childhood friend, so he picked up the call. “W******p, available for a chat?. Anthony

he asks in a low growl. "Michela Cruz." He makes no response and glares quietly, leaning on his elbows. His knitted eyebrows and broad, bulky shoulders only accentuate his already predatory air. I had known these very eyes when they were a lanky 15-year-old's, though, they now belong to a dangerously gorgeous panther of a man. So unless they are jetting out flaming bullets, I will still comfortably return the stare. It is a full minute, I'm sure, before he finally leans back in his seat and speaks.

His eyes were squeezed shut, his breathing rapid as he curled in on himself. “Damn it.” A tiny blue light flashed across the communicator. I froze. Then another blink. Signal. I yanked up my wrist and tapped it. Static burst through the speaker. “Can... hear...?” “Yes!” I nearly shouted. “Yes, I can hear you!” The interference crackled for another second before a composed female voice came through. “Molly here, how can I help you?” Relief crashed over me. “This is Crown Prince Theodore Eamon of Avindel. Authorization code AE-1174. Connect me to the military command immediately.”

I swallowed hard and fought against the emotion that his sincere words were causing. “Thank you Zen and Theo,” I said sincerely. I watched the black shimmers recede back to show Alpha Theo’s … Theo’s emerald green orbs. He placed his hand on top of mine for a moment before he dropped it, and I folded my hands together. I pulled my attention back to Alpha Dominic. “Colton Dewey is actually Veronica’s cousin. With your account of things that were said, and her obsession over you, I’m inclined to think that she might be who put them up to it,” he said.