Mighty Ducks Adam Banks Novels & Stories

She said, clicking play on recording 140717. I heard Judy talking to someone. The sound of her monotonous voice almost made me cry but I decided I wasn't going to. Not for Chloe to see. Judy was telling whom she was talking to that she was pregnant, that no one could ever find out about it and she would do any think to get rid of the baby because she wasn't ready for pregnancy and that they needed to do something about it real quick. When I heard the deep raspy voice, I knew it was Adam. He told Judy that he would give her some drugs to get rid of the baby, and that she would have to use the drugs at night for the drugs to have maximum effect.

“The Mothers don’t need me at the moment. We are winning.” Adam laughed. “You’re a fool, Jaguar. You have to know that Quebec is far bigger than Michalanburg. We can throw ten troops at every one of yours. We will win. And you’ll either die for your crimes or spend the rest of your worthless life rotting in prison.” “Enough talking, 24C. It’s time for you to perform.” With his eyes narrowed, he looked right into her eyes and said, “My name is Adam.”

The problem starts when they would begin to want to have their cake and eat it, something he detested. "You added more?" Duncan asked, his voice betraying his happy surprise. Adam nodded, running two fingers down his head, his worry about losing his hair surfaced as he felt a part with little hair at the top of his head. "I wasn't expecting that, Adam." Adam smiled, not giving much of a reaction to Duncan's thanks and declaration of staying loyal. He could have gushed for all Adam cared and he still wouldn't get a reaction different from what Adam was giving him. Duncan in his excitement didn't stop to think that Adam was not saying much, all he had on his mind was taking the first flight to

Like most good Dommes, she misses little and I have no idea if I fooled her. We make solid plans for our shopping trip and say our goodbyes. It's after two a.m. and I'm exhausted. Adam scheduled with me for the following week before he left. He was a fountain of information and gave me the lowdown on several subs he thought I might enjoy. He also told me more about his poor little rich boy life. Again, Damian was right-money can fuck you up. At least Adam seems stable now and he's working on his master's degree in psychology. Too bad I will be long gone when he starts practicing. I make it back to my suite and let Samson outside. Once we're settled, I fall to sleep and dream of Damian's mout

“I got it.” Madalynn squinted as she leaned forward. “The bank account that got the money routed to him was from a…. Reggie Black?” The room went silent. Cade looked at me as I slowly stood up. “Say that again..” I demanded. “Yeah…” Madalynn pointed to her screen. “It is owned by a guy name Reggie Black.” Cade stood up and paced a few times. “We got him.” I said in our mind-link. Walking up to him, he looked at me.

Alvin said seductively, as Mandy arrived at our table. She was quite tall, with a sizeable ass and oddly large boobs for her physique. Her dimples never failed to display themselves while blushing to the flirty compliments of the guys. "OMG! Adam Jones! The Adam Jones?!" She screamed. The one thing Adam never wanted was people getting starstruck over him. That was why he opted for the bar to have his solemn time. But right there, Mandy was about to go crazy. She just met one of the biggest billionaires in the city.

Kai tapped another file. A map appeared. Geneva. Specifically one building. A private financial institution built like a fortress. Marcus stared at it. “He wants to meet in a bank vault.” “Yes,” Adrian said pleasantly. “That’s Renard for you.” Damian’s eyes remained fixed on Adrian. “You believe this is real.” “I do.” “Why.” Adrian’s smile thinned slightly. “Because Renard has always been the most practical member of the council.” Marcus snorted. “He launders money for global conspiracies.”

Even the staff were highly professional; Adam always knew the best places to go to. After eating, we drove to a Showplace theater, just like T.G.I. Fridays, the theater was clean and the staff professional. Everything was so well organized and maintained. Adam decided to watch Star Wars. We still had forty minutes before the movie started, so Adam and I decided to go to the Arcade. We played three rounds of air hockey, and Adam slaughtered me every match. "How did you do that?" "Good reflexes." Adam shrugged his shoulders. Makes sense since he was in the military.

I chuckled and hit his chest playfully and said, "Stop jerk, it's getting late come on move your pretty ass" With that, we both walked to the parking lot, hopped, in the car, and drove to the destination. Adam is a big cheese in Paris, he owns a clothing brand that is famous all over the world called MEMI. He is richer than David. Adam's family is rich from generation they own many businesses and asserts all over world. So I know Adam will host a big party not only for his friends and family but also for his business benefits.

"Why are you still standing there? Can't understand plain English?" Jessie Cartney shouted, all while meticulously filing her nails. "There's a line behind you, you uncultured—" Even the security guards in the hall had come over, drawn by her voice. I couldn't help but laugh—truly, I did. In all my years, I had never seen someone rush to hand money to a bank, only to be shooed out with a broom. I wasn't ready to give up. I nudged the receipt toward the glass counter.