Kurt Hummel Novels & Stories

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

Damien hollers across the course, breaking our stare off and I feel my cheeks burning as I reach up to unclip the first metal part of the harness, turning my hand to stick my middle finger up at Damien as I do so. He laughs loudly, the sound carries across the forest and I'm tempted to push him off the ledge, knowing of course he won't go anywhere because his harness will save him, but it would be nice to scare him into silence. "Don't look at me like that. I'm so happy for you, you know that." He pulls me into a hug when he reaches me, both of us looking in surprise at Cain when he makes an odd sort of feral growling noise, which he almost immediately covers by coughing.

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

A paragon of neat and clean. His uniform was the same as the chauffer's, a white dress shirt tucked neatly under a pair of black trousers. Unlike the chauffer's cuff links which were silver in color, his were gold. A higher rank. In addition he wore a black buttoned half sweater and his feet and socks were buried in his polished black shoes. It was easy to see the the Wushi family crest imbued on his left wrist since it was not a regulation to wear gloves for the senior servants of the

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.

Not even Alexandro. “That’s a lot of noticing,” she said softly. “I’m a soldier,” he said with a shrug. “Observing is part of the job.” They stood in silence for a moment. Not awkward, but measured. “I guess this is your first time this far north,” he added. She nodded. “I’ve never been surrounded by this much snow for so long. I miss the sun.” Karl nodded, his expression gentle. “Everyone does eventually. Even the wolves.” Their conversation drifted—light and harmless. Talk of weather, the training schedule, how bland the northern food was compared to southern dishes. Serena smiled more than she had in days. Karl wasn’t trying to impress her or claim her attention. He just… talked. And list

Kurt hasn’t spoken to me since the night that we broke him out of the hospital. Won’t answer my calls or texts and he has nothing to say through the wolves that are helping us. Oddly enough, he and Caleb have some kind of odd relationship going. I wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends, since their interactions are a little too aggressive and waspish to be friendly. But Kurt seems to have made Caleb his person. Not just to find out about werewolves, but also to bring with him when he talks to the police, the insurance adjuster, his boss, and even Mickey.

He stepped forward, his hand held out. “Ms. Brooks!” he said warmly. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you!” “Claire is fine,” I said, shaking his hand. It was smooth but powerful, the nails manicured. A CEO’s hand, for sure. Probably played racquetball at the court in the company’s gym every weekend. “Kurt Whittaker,” he said. “Call me Kurt.” “So,” I said. “What brings the CEO of Swegel Holdings to Forest Park?”