Kurt Hummel Novels & Stories

“ Hello, Mrs. Trentino. Accept my condolences for the loss of your best friend. I know you are grieving and you expected to come to work tomorrow but I need you right now. Your personal assistant quit and you need a new one. I am holding interviews and I can’t seem to decide who you would want. “ He said. I fought the urge to be rude as that was a minor problem that could easily be solved. He didn’t need me going in. Despite knowing that, I decided that it would be best if I went in. I was very particular about who I hired. That and the fact that I had nothing else to do. Nikolai was still with Anabelle and Florian in the basement torturing someone.

I growl pissed off that he knows better about me and Jackson. “Remi, I didn’t mean to…” He says pleadingly. “Didn’t mean to what? Make my friend feel uncomfortable to be around me? We were taking showers in separate areas Wyatt!” “I’m sorry. Cobalt and I just get irritated seeing you with an unmated male wolf.” “I’ll talk to you and Cobalt later. First, I’m getting a shower that I needed 5 minutes ago. Alpha Wyatt’s P.o.V

It turns out, he is a football player from the Giants and my friends were ecstatic to join them in the VIP lounge. Everyone was talking, chatting about this and that, but all I could think about was how disgusted I am to be touched by someone without my permission. “Do you wanna get out of here?” Knox asked me. For the first time since the dance floor, I stared into his face and studied his features. His strong chiseled jaws were being softened by the most vivid blue gray eyes I have ever seen. It holds so much emotion in them, pain and hurt which mirrors mine, but he gave me a heartwarming smile. His low fade golden hair shines under the pale light of the VIP lounge. His broad body was bein

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

The driver of the Hummer behind him chuckled, "Look at you, all skin and bones. You think you're up for a brawl?" Jordan was anything but scrawny. He was actually pretty buff and stood a solid six feet tall. Helma watched Jordan roll up his sleeves and then glanced at the old man up front. Tension was in the air, and the other drivers kept quiet, not daring to say a word. A few curious onlookers cranked down their windows to get a better view. Tattooed guy from the Hummer made a beeline for Jordan, reaching out to grab his shirt collar.

I expressed sincerely, conveying my appreciation through a nod of respect. Indeed, much like Ruth had assured me, there was no need for concern. In contrast to Hawthorne, Alpha Riel, despite his formidable power, exuded an air of humility. He bore the semblance of a leader steadfast in his commitment to safeguarding those under his charge. His act of forgiveness, even in the midst of conflict with the Crescent Moon pack, illuminated his character. It showcased a man of compassion, one deserving of his leadership role. "Mmm," he replied, a smile playing on his lips. "You're free to go," he stated, offering a nod of dismissal. I turned and retraced my steps, heading back in the direction where

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The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

"You are acting sus, be natural," Kira whispered. Rachel flashed Kira a bright smile as they neared the giant facility. "Hey, Tate!" "Mrs Jensen." Tate acknowledges with a nod before gazing at Kira. "Hi, Tate." Kira grinned, "I'm the new intern, and she is my supervisor. She is showing me around." Tate grasped the ID in his hand, accessed it, and nodded. "Of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting." He stepped back from the door and let them in.