Langston From The Rangers Novels & Stories

"I see you’ve made yourself quite comfortable." Langston turned, a diplomatic smile forming around his pipe. I stepped forward, taking his hand in a firm, brief shake—reminding him whose land he was standing on. I then turned to Chief Justice Rowe, offering a warm, formal kiss to her cheek. "I must say, Mr President," Langston began, his eyes drifting back to the sparring wolves before finally settling on Jimmie, who stood at my side with the quiet, regal poise of a Luna. "This is truly a sight to behold. Your people are... remarkable."

“You have passion, and we believe in that.” I gave a polite smile and nodded. “Thank you. That means a lot coming from the both of you. We work hard, and we still have a long way to go.” “We know,” Mr. Langston said. “And we want to be part of that journey.” We talked a bit more—details about shares, plans, and timelines. I kept my answers clear and steady, but inside, I was honestly impressed by how sharp and focused the Langstons were. Even though they were older—probably in their seventies—they were sharp-minded and still moved like they ran the world.

“Afraid you can’t win on your own merits?” “No. I was just looking for Ronnie.” Langston is wearing a cowboy hat, plaid shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. He looks like he’s come straight from the pages of a western romance novel. I try not to think about the muscles under that shirt, either. “Oh, in the mood to jump in the lake like a bunch of monkeys?” I think about that question for a minute and then say, “Actually, monkeys would be smarter than that. They know to avoid freezing cold water.”

Jeff flashed him a profound look, and then smiled. “There was a man who crossed me and killed one of my bulls...” “But I can handle it. Don’t worry.” “I know what you’re hinting at.” “You’ll have a lot of opportunities to work for me soon enough.” For Jeff, Langston’s status and identity weren’t much to boast about. But since Langstone was still from the Osborne family, it would be quite significant for Jeff if the former stood by his side. As such, Jeff didn’t decline Langston’s goodwill.

~Zahara~ Elder Langston had his people take away Margaret and Gunner. He had them get rid of Laslo’s body. There were some wet eyes among the members and a lot of distrusting looks thrown toward Cory. I understand that years-long misinformation can’t be fixed in a matter of minutes, but at some point, they will have to let certain things go.

“And then—then there’s Marcus Voss. Security chief. He was the one who pushed him out the window. I—I didn’t want it to go that far, I swear—” Dare cut him off with a sharp glance. “Where can I find them?” Mr. Bennett hesitated for a split second too long. Dare reached for the taser again. “No—no! I’ll tell you!” he shrieked. “Langston lives in the city—14th Avenue, Penthouse 7! Gregory—he’s at a private estate on Willow Drive. Marcus—he keeps a low profile, but he’s usually at the old harbor warehouse, Pier 16. That’s all of them—I swear!”

Langston Age- Immortal Aaron.K.Langston, the king of the Glasshorn Island and the royal alpha of the Wolf’s valley was going back to his Royal Villa in his beast form. After finding out what Cynthia has been upto, for some reason he has been feeling not at rest. His beast was also pacing hard, making him frown.

“That’s Gabe Linden. He owned and ran the Firm.” Finally, Rome saw me. I felt my body warm even if he barely smiled. I fought the urge to smile back. I behaved as if I was not thinking of running into him, throwing myself, and kissing him so hard. God, I missed him. My father introduced him to my mother. “Mr. Romare Langston. He’s a decorated soldier and runs his company and Langston Realty in the U.S.” “And you are also dating my daughter.” My mother smiled. Oh, Crap. I was scared of what came out next from my mother.

Tech genius, multimillionaire, and stalker that he was becoming was currently pushing a squeaky old lawn mower on the uneven patch of grass outside like his life depended on it. “What?!” I heard myself asking. My mouth was still open, I was too stunned to say anything else, I couldn't for the life of me process how Kellan Langston, founder and CEO of the one of the most highly renowned home security system— Lockra, was outside my cousins windows, mowing the lawn with a mower that had seen better days. He was so...manly.... With his muscles flexing.... Messy damp hair.... Those hands had held me last night, pushing me into his firm body, while he kissed me like he was lost and had just found

Blaire leaned back, arms folded, waiting for the show to start. Then the door swung open. Blaire’s face lit up with a victorious smirk. “Finally.” but it wasn’t security. Her face fell for a moment, realising who it was, but she gained her confidence. Theodore Langston stepped in. He was tall with salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a sharp navy blazer with sleeves rolled to the elbows. He looked tired, like he’d been up all night editing something, but his presence filled the room instantly. Relief crashed through me so hard my knees almost buckled.