Kurt Hummel Novels & Stories

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead. “I’m okay, Zach. These don't give pain at all.” He replied, his words broken. Nat was a native Spanish just like me, but his English was quite interesting to hear. “Deus is quite an influential, no?” “He is. But he had angered that boxer.” He leaned back on the couch as I patched up his injuries with a bandage. Several tattoos lingering on his bulky chest. “Proud of that boxer though.” I chuckled, feeling somewhat proud for the unknown human.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

They scoured shops until they found the perfect bottle of wine and a wristwatch that, despite costing them half of their allowances, seemed adequate for the homage they needed to pay. Back in their room, they meticulously packaged the items into an elegant bag, ensuring everything was presentable. As they stood there, the weight of the situation settled in. Hilda hugged Boma comfortingly. "Don't worry, everything will be alright," she reassured her friend. “And by the way, I am dating my course mate.” Boma’s eyes widened. “A cultist?” She smiled and shrugged. “Harold is a cool guy.” “Well, who am I to judge?”

They were so into it that they didn't notice that the bathroom door has been opened and someone was stroking himself off. Kurt came to the Lumeré to collect some of his stuffs that be really needed, he was wearing shorts and a tank top that displays his ripped body and charming physique, he was given the previlege to live in the Lumeré mansion anytime he likes, he was not only Jose's pilot but also his driver and friend, but due to Kurt being a quiet person and don't normally talks, he didn't have much friend even outside the house, but what has always got him attentions and places him in the limelight was his extremely good looks and ripped body, he could win national award in modeling but

She was Hellen, part of Alpha Darren's secretarial team. That made the rest of the room react the same, which was that they were equally surprised by Diana's last name. Like, who didn't know the name Genevieve? It was the surname of the Beta who was the military chief of Pack Kyne. And they all just found out Diana's face at this moment, during the interview. *“Yes, I am Diana Genevieve,” Diana replied. Everyone was again surprised by Diana who spoke signs instead of speaking normally like the others. They all didn't expect that Diana was mute, they didn't know about Diana's selective mutism, so they assumed Diana had special conditions.

"Get the f**k away from her!" That deep voice growled in vicious menace causing her heart to stop beating as her eyes widened. Her head snapped in the direction of that deep voice. Even though she couldn't make out his features because of the lights behind him, that voice was so intense to be forgotten. He took a step further in so that now his face was slightly visible and as soon as his olive cold eyes met hers, she knew he was none other than Rasmus Colt, aka Mr. Mute.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

He realized that was the thing that kept on pulling him into her- the enigma, puzzle and huge question mark that was K. "I'm Jewish, we don't believe in hell," he simply put, grinning at her sardonically and not putting up with her sneaky little deride. "It doesn't matter if my moral compass is pointed way down the South Pole. And I'm single, I'm twenty-fucking-eight, I've no obligation and debts to pay for. I'm just trying to live my life." He tried to justify. "Okay. Great," K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly.

“Who comes to search for a job here on a day like this? Today of all days?” My frown instantly melted away and was replaced with confusion. “What do you mean? What is happening today?” “What?” He answered in awe. “Are you new in town?” He further inquired. His question made me remember my driver again. “This is definitely Karma.” “Yes, I am. So tell me what today is.” I answered with clenched jaws. “It’s Alpha Kilhan’s birthday! The man who rules this town. Almost all the clubhouses, hotels, restaurants, and even some hospitals are owned by him. Including the one we are in as we speak.” He praised him, but I remained unfazed.