Maurice Theriault Novels & Stories

The ref calls it, and Russell releases the guy, making him cough and wheeze in pain, holding his throat as the ref comes, grabs Russell's hand, and lifts it high above his head in victory. I can't help but look at him admiration. I'm still scared shitless, but happy for my man. He's indeed a good fighter, and I know he will do wonders. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

But we need to be sure that it’s the right thing to do. “When it comes to killing him, don’t let your emotions get in the way. If it does I will kill him and everyone related to him.” Kylian dares to threaten me. He thinks I’m protecting my mate. Yes I am, and I will do everything in my power to not hurt her. “Don’t you dare threaten what’s mine.” “Then do the right thing. It’s not fair to let him go for his crime.” Kylian is right. Tate wouldn’t forgive me if I let Justin’s father go free after what he has done.

A mischievous sparkle gleams in his eyes before he steps outside, giving Dale a curious look before leaving. Silence fills the shop between Dale and me. He places his hand on his chest, trying to catch his breath before locking the door and flipping the sign to close. "What the hell was that? Oh my God, Thomas Morris is your landlord. You do know he's in the El Ordre, right? No, he is the punisher. He's the guy. You need to get out of this."

But what he said sounded real. As the wind picked up around them, Valerian gave a parting nod. “Be careful, Alexandro. This world is changing. The rules we’ve known no longer hold.” With that, he turned and walked away, his crimson robe billowing behind him. Alexandro stood in silence long after Valerian left. A new name. A new threat. Maeron. He repeated the name in his mind like a curse. If that was who had Serena… he’d burn every corner of the world to find him.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

And I love this name better and preferred addressing all his pups by the name. Casey on the other hand chooses to be a therapist. I couldn't understand why he left every other aspect of medicine and chose this. But I wouldn't deny he has been so helpful to me, and was the only one who could sit all day, listen to my bullshit and pains. And there was always a fucking solution. This was my fucking reason for always returning to him. But for the name, I don't think Casey sounded right to the ears of anyone. He should fucking go for a change of name.

He has really made a fool out of himself. “I thought so too. The people that I had sent said that they looked everywhere and there was no sign of anyone. So, they assumed that they have been washed down to the ocean.” Thompson said. He was still in shock after hearing that Lucien is alive and he is even back in the city. “Then what about the explosives? How the hell did anyone not inform me about this?” master Moore asked angrily. Nothing has been going on well for him these past few days and he was dying from irritation.

“I would have taken off my shirt to show you the scars across my back but I’m sure you’ve already seen them. Boma had seen his scars before and didn’t think much of it because he was living a rough life. It would be a miracle if he didn’t have scars of any sort. “I have.” She admitted. “Those are scars from my initiation ceremony. My grandfather is a grand patron of my fraternity. I happened to join the school at the time when the cult was ready for a new leader because each time a Point One graduates from school, a new point one must be chosen. I wanted to be the point one, so for me, you can say it was power. Real protection comes from being in charge. When I got into the cult, no one knew

After hearing the Italian Mafia Boss's order everyone switched into action. " I got it! " Willy, the short man from a corner replied. " Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers "

He went on and on for minutes before lifting a glass of wine. "Let's make a toast to new friendships, new deals and to Taurus AT500." They all raised their glass. When he dropped form the podium Marcellus directed her towards him." That's Henri Knight, owns Taurus car company." Marcellus spoke. Mr Knight who had been busy discussing with a few people sat on a chair with a raven haired female beside him and a glass of scotch. "I must say your cars are exraordinaire." Knight, turned to face him."are you a lover of the Taurus collection?"