Marvin Cortes Novels & Stories

“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.

The rat on the council, has to be Alpha Raymond, he’s been to our pack, but why help Alec? “I didn’t think much of it, but I heard someone talking to Kyle at Luna’s ceremony…it had to have been Alpha Raymond. He said something about not knowing who was more stupid, and separating her to get her out of the borders…” Connors's eyes flash and he pales, “I got mind linked and didn’t hear the rest, but, but I recorded it! Hold on” I grip the arms of my chair, I’ve got a strange feeling building in the pit of my stomach and I’m not liking where it's leading…

Malcolm nodded at Fabian, and he immediately received the message, as he walked over and took his seat at the table. “Thank you, Malcolm. Your hospitality is much appreciated,” Senor Ramirez replied, shaking hands with the Head of the Covert Operations Division of the CIA. Malcolm turned around and faced everyone else, who were all wearing confused facial expressions. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Marco Cortes. He is the boy who saved the world and stopped Drago Caracas and Obsidian,” he said proudly, patting me on the shoulder.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

why is he here now? Adam’s smirk deepens as he steps closer, his eyes locked on mine, glowing like embers in the dimly lit hall. “RUN!” Zoe’s scream shatters the tension, and the hall erupts into chaos. Guests and staff scream as they scatter toward the exits. Chairs topple, decorations crash to the ground, and the air fills with frantic cries. Even the priest, clutching his Bible, tries to flee, but Adam moves faster than any human should. His hand darts out, seizing the priest by the throat with a vice-like grip.

He said with a dismissive tone. “Well,” Matteo stretched and then stood. “This is your chance Harold, don’t miss it. Join hands with me, Lucas is our common enemy…you might never have a chance as this nor an ally like me, ever again…” “Look Matteo Rodriguez…I may hate Lucas as much as you do but why do you think I will join hands with someone like you…you are nothing better than Lucas…”

she explained. The woman nodded. “I see. Who is your cousin, and what would you have to do if you had lost?” Nate growled, and I smirked. “He didn’t know I was his cousin, so he asked for a date. I made the tattoo the term for my winning because he insulted my friend who appears human. The loser in question is Matty Graycort.” “Wait, Matty Graycort who is a senior at Gayl U, and president of PLP?” she asked.

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

“So when I got back from the… disposal… of that last rogue, I reached out to the neighbouring packs to see if they had had any similar attacks. Obviously I expected that I’d hear back in the morning, but surprisingly Marco got back to me straight away.” “Alpha Marco of the Crimson pack?” “That’s the one. He said they had an attack earlier tonight as well, and they’ve got a prisoner.” A sadistic smile crept across his face, and I knew whatever he had to tell me next had something to do with torture or murder. “And?” “And, he only wants to talk to you. Says he’s got something to say that you’ll want to hear. Marco was going to send word first thing in the morning.” He leaned back comfortably i