Mr Wolf X Diane Foxington Novels & Stories

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

Mr Wolf ordered. "No one must leave this castle" He left the basement to check the CCTV cameras in the security room. He went into the security room and operated the computer to see who had entered the basement to kill Don. He looked for the backup recordings of the last 24 hours but it was all gone. Mr Wolf was furious after he found out that someone had wiped off the memory of the CCTV. Angrily he stepped out of the security room and called all the people present in the castle to the great hall except for Michael.

Ten minutes later, Vincenzo was parked in front of a beautiful restaurant. "Let's go, bella." Vincenzo says, leading me out of the car and into the restaurant. As soon as we entered the restaurant a waitress approached us with a bright smile. "Goodnight, Mr. Moretti, your table is right this way." She says in a seductive voice. More like she was trying to sound seductive but she ended up sounding desperate and tired. I mentally laugh at her for attempting to flirt with Vincenzo when he's clearly on a date.

We’ve got company. Oliver barked through the line and I saw six wolves. They were muted colors, night prowlers from their dark coloring. What were they doing in my fucking city? Well rested, still on the full moon high. Meanwhile there we were sitting at a fucking table eating.

Nosy Dick—or rather, Agent Richard Jones—sat at Christina’s Black Forest table, stripping off his black leather gloves like he was settling in for afternoon tea. Snow dripped off his blue puffer coat in mournful little puddles. Wolfie eyed him suspiciously from her spot by the fire, giving the occasional low grumble just to make sure Dick knew where he stood on the guest list.

Milo wags his finger at me with an annoying grin. I feel myself go pale as Dad’s wolf charges out of the woods into the clearing. I take a step back, but I can’t run. He would catch me in three strides. “Mace, this isn’t what it looks like. Bronx has it wrong. I swear. Nothing happened.” “Leni-” Marco steps forward, putting himself between me and Dad’s giant gray wolf. Mace lowers his head with a rumbling growl, making all of us bow and show him our necks in submission. My knees shake under the blanket when I hear him shifting into human form.

Mack yelled over the top of the chaos on screen and Mj just shook her head as she left the others with their movie and was not surprised when she opened the front door to find the sound of nature and silence more comforting than the synthetic noises the others were taking part in. It didn’t take Mj long to find Moxie, he was leaning against the wall directly next to the door just staring at the sky. Mj smiled to herself and approached the silent sulking wolf, “this a private party or can anyone join?” she asked as she popped open both bottles and presented one to Moxie. The hunter took very little time to snatch the offered gift. He touched the neck of his bottle to Mj’s “cheers,” he mumbled

I just couldn't tell him. “It's none of my business anyway. Let's talk about what I need you to do.” “Oh,” my face brightened. “Let's talk about that.” I hadn't said it before, but I really liked Mr Wolf. Bar his crazy looking eyes and wolfish looking face, he seemed like a pretty solid person. “As it turns out, Darien Luxe has this thing he does because of his guilty conscience.” “What does he do? Buy planets to go on vacation in?” I joked.

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.