One Last Stop Casey Mcquiston Novels & Stories

I saw them on their usual spot on the cafeteria, nervous but I'm much nervous for what might could have happen to Charlie. "Enzo" I called, all of their eyes turned to me. "Yes?" Enzo answered. "I just need to ask this, Charlie haven't been back since she came with you and earlier. You came back without her" Enzo frowned a bit. "She's not back yet?" He asked back, that made me more nervous. I shook my head, I'm already trembling. He stood up the same time my phone rang, I looked at it to see it was Jax. I nearly forgot about him. I immediately answered his call to ask for help.

"How do you know my sweet kitten, Bardo?" "Well boss, my sister is engaged to her older sister Carrie" he says while gesturing to the other woman. "They've been together for 5 years and they've become close with my family. Casey is my little sister, boss. I just want her to be safe. Octavia and I have personally trained both of them. Carrie is obsessed with anything with a engine and Casey loves violence." he finishes saying just as a tow truck shows up. "Go ahead and deal with her truck. I'm taking them to the house just outside the city. You may come by tomorrow afternoon or I should say later this evening if you want" I say to them as I head back to my car. Memphis knows I'm done speaking

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

“Have the kid take Team One’s training routine for forty-eight hours. If he can’t handle it, send him off. M Base isn’t for every Jack and dumb.” Casey arched a brow. “That’s it?” Surprised that her disguise fooled Lucas. Lucas glanced at her over his shoulder. “What, you want a welcome party?” Austin smirked. “Don’t push your luck, rookie.” Casey exhaled slowly. She had done it. She was in. She had no idea what awaited her inside M Base or what the training routine entailed, but one thing was certain— She had just stepped into a whole new battlefield.

For a moment, I let myself pretend it was. Finally, he set his mug down with a soft click. “You sleep okay?” I considered lying, then shrugged, tracing the rim of my own cup. “Enough.” He nodded slowly, accepting the answer without prying, like he understood that sleep wasn’t an on-or-off switch anymore. Silence stretched between us, not uncomfortable, but alert. Like we were both aware the other could fracture if pressed too hard. “I talked to Casey this morning,” he said eventually, crossing his arms over his chest. “She’s keeping things quiet for now. No press. No follow-ups unless something shifts.”

For a second. Then she pulled away. “This can’t survive like this,” she said firmly. “Not with headlines. Not with suspension. Not with your family under attack.” He nodded once, slow and defeated. “So this is it?” She swallowed hard. “This is it.” Silence fell heavy and final. Casey stepped back first this time. For the first time since the arrest, he looked truly young. “Okay,” he said quietly. He walked to the door. Paused. Looked back at her one last time.

I almost forgot about the call he received last night—the call from Hannah that pulled him out of bed faster than any million-dollar project could. He looks at me squarely, his brows furrowed so deeply that he looks more intense than usual. “What are you rushing to?” I take a step back, hoping to bring some calm to my face. “To check on Cora. It’s her last day at school before the holidays start. I don’t want her to be late.” My answer seems satisfactory to him, considering he doesn’t follow it up with another question. He walks inside—almost into me. “We need to talk.”

I was about to question him further, but he mumbled something incoherent and hung up before I could get another word in. After choosing the wedding dresses, I got in the car and headed home. I assumed Micah wouldn't come back tonight. But just before dinner, I saw him walk through the door. He strode over with a takeout box in hand. "I drove all over the city to get this for you. Late-night bites from Stardust Diner." I looked down at the ravioli inside. There were three fewer than usual, and one of them had an obvious bite mark. It had already been tasted.

"Sir, it has been two hours. The Young Master has already fainted in the snow..." "What?!" Casper's face turned into shock, and the pen he was holding fell on the floor. The phone on the desk vibrated at this moment. "Hello? Is this Mr. Casper Hawthorne? We received a report at the department, and we found a body in a rental apartment rented under your name."

Nolan’s POV It’s been four months since we arrived at the last pack, deep in the northern forests, far from other settlements. The world outside changed, but here we’re rebuilding. The last pack—once the last surviving group after the attacks and poisoned water—now rests under a council’s rule. Around the old wooden table, Emily squeezed my hand under it. I smiled. She clings to me lately, and I don’t mind. I don’t get her insecurity. The last pack is now led by a council: me, Emily, Hunter, Salem, Domus, Kaden, and Liam.