Mykelti Williamson Novels & Stories

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Stock prices surged after the announcement, and yet again W Motors is the favorite to win the Safest Car award for the fifth year in a row. Mia swallowed hard and continued to read through the article as quickly as she could. Williamson has never married. He has stated in several interviews that he does not wish to have children. In addition to helping to design the cars he manufactures, Williamson is also known for raising horses. He spent time on his uncle's farm as a child and has stated that the experience is one that shapes how he views the world. In addition to properties in New York City, Los Angeles, and San Francisco, Williamson owns a working ranch in Tennessee, three beach houses

That was what Roman said. “I told you about him like an hour ago, why are you bringing this up now?” “Because there's no information about this man whatsoever. No family, friends, or even an article written about someone you claim to be resourceful and influential " “I am resourceful and influential, but there's no article written about me” I point out. He bends and clicks on his computer and then “There's a profile of you here, that is you're An influencer and that you're 5'6, and you're worth 1 million”

He was a long time Pack member, with a good reputation until that fateful day. As I sat down, pulling out the book that had the slip of paper with his name, his wife’s name, and the pup’s name, I started the entry. After some time, I was satisfied with what I had summarized; “Caleb Sweeting, top warrior to the Golden Moon Pack, mate Keira, pup Walter, and unborn pup; banished without trial from the Pack year 2000. Caleb served the Golden Moon Pack protecting our borders for 15 years as a top warrior.”

John offered. “No,” I answered firmly. “Logan…” John sighed. “I said no. He is Siegfried’s son. While I trust him with some things, I cannot trust him with her safety. If Siegfried follows him, he puts her and her family in danger,” I explained. “Okay, you make a valid point,” John conceded. “What about Mikali Hamilton? I’m friends with him. He’s very trustworthy and is a trained medic. So if anything was to happen, he could offer assistance,” Bryant spoke up.

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”

James said. He grinned at Gary's grim expression and then continued, "Riley's father ... that William Mackenzie is the most powerful god of war ever. So, how could someone like Evan De Kruk whose name I don't even remember be able to defeat Riley?"

“Do as I say.” She ended the call and turned to the window, her reflection a pale shadow in the glass. Her father’s voice echoed in her memory—You are a Mikhail. Never lose. But William had slipped through her fingers, choosing someone who didn’t even belong in their world. Her fingernails dug into her palm. “She’ll break,” Natasha whispered to herself. “Or I’ll break her.” ---

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.

Kael. He told me Kael betrayed me. He told me that the man I had once trusted with my life, the man I ran into the flames to save, had betrayed my trust, had taken away the only daughter I entrusted to him. Giovanni told me that Sienna, my precious child, had perished because of Kael’s betrayal. He broke her beyond repair, and even she was gone, though I had never seen her. Her soul I never met. But then again, I might not even know her.