Paul Walter Hauser Novels & Stories

Of course, I love my mom but my dad always has her protected so I don't need to worry too much. Luckily for me, I have Will here with me and as my Gamma, it's his job to have control over the warrior's patrol shifts. "Will, do you know if Ryan and Tony are on patrol today?" He stares up at the sky as he thinks before shaking his head "No, they are on the night shift tonight on the East border." One thing about Will is his incredible memories of the patrol rotas, rarely, he doesn't know who's on patrol and when. We have a lot of warriors and for him to remember all those details is mindblowing.

WRITER’S POV A man in his early forties is in his house when he heard a sudden knock on the door. His name is Detective Joha. Once a public detective but retired by himself when he couldn’t bear to watch the injustice in the police department. Certain he was expecting no visitor, he stood still for seconds wondering who it could be. But when the knock came again repeatedly, he knew whomever was knocking wouldn’t leave until he steps out. He firstly peeped through the tiny door hole but whoever was knocking was smart enough to shield his face from the angle of the door hole.

wake up here with a terrible headache and three abnormally large men staring at me while I’m lying on a couch! Shit!” I grab my head and wince. My eyes close as dizzying pain rocks through my skull. I notice all three men nervously glance at one another. The quiet one of the three speaks up, “Ma’am, you took quite a fall I think you need to sit down.” I put my hand up in protest, “Uh, no, I think I need to leave. My sergeant and deputies will be looking for me and I need to get back to the police station and tell them what I saw! I don’t know if you heard me correctly, but there is a giant wolf out there in those woods who is probably just waiting for their next meal. I need to warn my serg

Helen asked, her eyes sparkling with interest as she took a sip of her coffee. Carlisle hesitated for a moment. He couldn’t exactly tell her that he was a werewolf and the beta of Asher Montefort, the Alpha prince. That would be a bit too much for a first date. Instead, he decided to keep it vague but truthful. "Well," he began, trying to find the right words, "I work closely with Asher Monteforte. He’s a, uh, businessman who’s here to establish some new ventures in the area. I’m sort of his right-hand man, helping him with all the logistics and planning."

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

"Speak." "Mr. Faust, I have examined your activities for the past five years, and you haven't met Dr. Walter in any of them. But the strange thing is that no one knows where Dr. Walter went after she retired two years ago, so it was hard to find out her activities for the past two years. Why don't we ask Mr. Wagner for help?" Paul Wagner was an expert when it came to matters of the underground. Whereas they couldn't get the information they wanted through ordinary means, he might have a shot at it. That was the reason Vincent made that suggestion.

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.

Counselor, the witness is yours. Thank you, Your Honour. Mr. Hauser, will you tell the court who you really are? I'm a musician and an artist. I perform on trombone and I am a composer and conductor. My homeland is Croatia. What are you doing in London? I was invited to an event. I understand. Is it true that on your way back from that event you met your fiancée? It's very true. She had a serious car accident and I saved her. Good, well done, nice of you, a model citizen.

a man with short steel-gray hair said as he sat behind a colossal walnut desk. I stepped into the room. “Hello, sir. I need to speak to you briefly.” He glared at me over the tip of his reading glasses. “You’re Daisy Wilson,” he grumbled. “I am,” I admitted and stepped In front of his desk. “What do you want?” “I’d like to talk to you about Marlee Krebs,” I replied. “What about her?” Martin Hauser pretended to be studying a form in front of him. But I could tell he was waiting for me to speak.

Her wailing continued once the door closed, though it was muffled. One of the remaining therapists, a dark-haired male whose wire rimmed glasses made him look shrewd and analyzing, seemed more than willing to drop a client or two for the Luna’s younger sister. I might’ve hired him off his resume alone if it weren’t for the onyx shade of his hair and the severe way he pursed his lips, both of which reminded me of my father. If the sight could send me tumbling backwards through time, back to that bloody battlefield, then I wondered what it would do to Holly.