Michael Chrichton Novels & Stories

I teased. “I love it!” She said, putting her fork down “I have an addiction to chocolate which I usually fight to get out of, but anyway, now that I haven’t had any in months…” “Why haven’t you had any in months?” I asked, frowning in confusion “please don’t tell me that you needed to lose weight as it is impossible…”

Alpha Nicholas We make quick work of getting all our guests comfortably tied to chairs in the old tin shed that's at the back of our pack lands. It's one we use when it's time to quietly end a motherfucker. Often those who need to die have a public death. And then there are those deaths that don't need to be made public or deaths that require special attention like when we want information from them first. That kind of death doesn't happen often but when they do, we have this place ready.

I know that he's using this laptop for paperwork so I'm very careful because I might accidentally delete some files, I'm not really the most techie person out there. I clicked the g****e chrome tab on the laptop and wait for a second as the website in chrome is reloading. My brows instantly furrowed when the website is done reloading and I realized that it was a porn site. What the hell? Does Michael watch porn on his laptop? I can't help but swallow my saliva while staring intently at the video clips on the screen. All I see on the screen are thumbnails of naked women and men.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

Zach just nodded slowly. "My name is Michael Emerson. I'm the detective on the Chad Donovan murder case involving Vincent Cox. Can you tell me how you two met and how you came to this hospital?" Mike asked, sitting next to Zach. Zach took a deep breath and stroked Kyron's head, who was starting to feel sleepy. "I am a priest. I serve at St. Andrew." Mike nodded as a sign that he knew the church. "I met Vincent by accident. He saved me from two thieves who were going to take my money. After that, I took him home because I felt sorry for him. He was carrying a baby, and he looked shabby." Mike's brow furrowed slightly, but he listened carefully.

MATTEO RODRIGUEZ Matteo Rodriguez has just gotten back from his morning exercise. His body dripped of sweat and smelt of fresh leaves and of woods. He marched straight to the fridge and grabbed a sachet of packaged blood. He tore it open with one bite and gulped the whole content at a go. He wheezed out air and hissed noisily with a squeezed face. There was nothing better than drinking human blood.

I froze. A man stood by the edge of the trees, lighting a cigarette with steady hands. Smoke curled around him like a crown of shadows. He looked like sin in a suit, dark, dangerous, and maddeningly composed. His eyes didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem to care that I was on the verge of collapsing, yelling, or trying to escape. He was watching me like I was a mildly interesting movie he didn’t pay to see. He was watching like he was actually enjoying it!

Alpha Daltons POV I was running so hard and the anger inside me was so consuming that I missed the trail to Green Cove. I circled back and ran down the trail where I saw my Beta and Gamma sitting on the lake bank behind some large bushes. I skidded to a halt right next to them and lowered myself on to my haunches. “Hey y’all, someone left me another jar on the damn porch again this morning so excuse me if I’m a little late.” Nick growled low and mind linked the both of us, “These mother fuckers are gonna keep on with us and there gonna be a blood bath on their hands.” I huffed in agreement. I kept my eyes trained on the bank of the other side of the lake. I saw the park rangers, forensic tea

I'd never needed one in my life until now, but I guess that came in the package of dating someone important. Chris had shouted to heaven when the day after my arrival I had woken up at six in the morning ready to go for a run and he rant something about being in New York and the insecurity that abounded here and me being a woman alone so early out there was the most dangerous thing there was. When he saw that I still refused to stay at home, he began to talk about tv series like CSI, criminal minds and wouldn’t stop talking thinking that would scare me. "I know you don't like being told what to do, but this is not in dispute, Helena," he said crossing his arms, "Upstairs there’s a last gener