Lee Conrad Novels & Stories

The grand engagement party, hosted by Donovan himself at an exclusive hotel off-campus, was a spectacle of opulence. The ballroom was bathed in the soft glow of a thousand fairy lights, creating a surreal atmosphere. The exquisite fragrance of fresh white lilies filled the air, and a live jazz band serenaded the guests, setting the mood for a night of enchantment. Donovan, a striking figure in his impeccably tailored black tuxedo, exuded an undeniable charm. His handsome face hid the depths of his daunting nature, an open secret to those who really knew him. Yet a secret to those who didn't.

Alpha Dalton declared, looking directly into the creature’s eyes. I visibly shook. I wouldn’t have been able to do that. Once the creature nodded willingly, Alpha Dalton started questioning him. Now, that was easy! I didn’t know he’d just comply this effortlessly. Staying put against the doorframe, I watched and listened to their conversation. Everything the human turned creature said about the Moon Howlers made my wolf stir anxiously within me. The more he revealed the true face of Levi, the more I felt disgusted for having trusted the Moon Howlers and looked up to Levi as our Lord for so many years.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Los Angeles.” I parted my lips to say something sharp to her, but I immediately held my tongue when I spotted a freelance journalist a few feet away from us. He kept taking pictures of a stunning brunette dancing a few feet from us, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he was drawn to us like the rest. Conrad retreated from us with a faint smirk on his lips. He raised his hands in mock surrender while eyeing my wife from head to toe. “You haven't changed one bit, Theodore,” he said. “You're still the same.”

"We filled you up. You're carrying the both of us now." He slowly withdrew, the sensation of his departure making me feel cold and hollow. Leo followed, a thick, white ribbon of their combined essence trickling from my ass and pussy onto the counter. I lay there, limp and ruined, my skin flushed and branded by their touch. Conrad looked down at me, a dark, satisfied smirk on his face. He reached out and traced a line through the cum on my thigh, then licked his finger. "I think we'll have a very productive summer, don't you, Leo?"

There where burnt bodies everywhere it was a walking dead kind of shit. "Who's there!" A man's voice sounded loud and commanding that I froze on my seat. "Out!" The man's voice sounded and I still couldn't move "Just stay quiet and put ok?" Moe said and I nodded reaching for the door. I heard some noise behind us and I'm sure they were talking to Lester. As we stopped in front of a door, Lester joined us and we followed the men to the main entrance. "Hi I'm Conrad" a man walked out through the door looking very buff with a lot of tattoos and rolled up sleeves showing his dragon tattoo. He smiled a very sinister smile as he looked at us. "what are you doing here?"

A SHOCKING NEWS. Giordana. Concluding another consultant session with an arrhythmia patient, I leaned back on my chair thanking God that it went well and the patient wasn't problematic. It had been two weeks since my encounter with Mr. Philip Forbes. I reckon he was just kidding that day and that brought me relief because I can't imagine getting married to that arrogant man, just the thought made me shudder. 'He's handsome and sexy though.' I agree he is but as handsome as he is that is how terrible his character is. God shouldn't have made him so perfect.

"She should have been locked in there until she rotted after what she did!" Well, this is becoming fascinating. It seems the little dose of laudanum in Leslie's tea is inadvertently a truth serum as well. "Who's Katie Connelly and what did she do?" "She's a narcissistic, filthy rich, home-wrecking cunt, who ruined my life!" Leslie seethes, smashing her tiny fist on the bed, nearly falling off the edge of it due to her increasingly impaired coordination.

Conrad swallowed, his Adam’s apple protruding more than ever, bobbing up and down nervously. “He, uh… he saw me. He made my car. He confronted me. He’s… he’s a weasel, and stronger than I expected, he got some licks in, but I won him out, of course, and then… well… I couldn’t just let him go. I took him and… and…” I rose to stand slowly. Conrad flinched. I walked over to the bar and poured him a whiskey. Thought about it. And poured one for myself, too.

That four-letter word was caught in my throat, refusing to come out. “ Shh, don’t say that. He’s okay. He’ll be okay. “ No matter how soothing and encouraging her words were, a part of my brain thought the worst thought possible. The pain in my chest had only gotten more intense by the second. I pulled away from her and wiped my tears. I needed to have faith. He was Nikolai, the youngest self-made Don to ever walk this earth. He was okay, he had to be. The door opened and Lily came in. She looked between the two of us and her expression softened when she saw my red eyes.

“It reminded me of a curious story I heard some time ago. From a friend in… military circles. Something about an operation in the East, about seven years ago. A real mess.” I felt, more than saw, Tristan freeze. His fork stopped halfway to his mouth. His eyes, which had been wandering across the table, fixed on Conrad with the intensity of a predator scenting blood. “Oh?” I asked, taking a sip of Bordeaux. “A mess? That’s unusual for our elite forces.” “Yes, well…” Conrad continued, lowering his voice to a confidential tone that made everyone lean in to listen. “The mission was to extract a biochemist. They say the team was led by a legendary soldier, the one with the codename… Löwe. That’s