Novel & Cerita Paul Walter Hauser

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.

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.

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

The weight of that doubt hung in the air like smoke. “Why are you here?” Edward asked, his tone guarded. “I came to find you,” their father said. “Because I was wrong not to stand by your side from the beginning.” The cloaked figure beside him shifted, and only now did Jacob realize the person was a woman—older, with silver braids wound over her head like a crown, her eyes luminous and faintly glowing in the firelight. “This is Ysolde,” their father introduced. “She’s the witch who cast the forgetting spell on Serena when she was a child. And she’s the only one who knows how to undo it.”

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.

A man, the priest of this village greeted us warmly. - Welcome good strangers! What bring you all through these places? - Good afternoon, father! Let me introduce myself, I am Miron Hauser and these are my friends, Jack is a detective, Paul, a retired policeman, Peter here is my agent and the girls, Samantha and Corrine friends from childhood. - I am father Logan and I know you Mr. Hauser and I respect what you do. It is so nice to have you and your friends visiting us. But please, tell me, what is the reason of your coming here?

I concluded in my head that he would probably be an elderly man, but I was quite shocked at how young and handsome he looked. “Oh what a pleasant surprise, Sir Henry, it’s good to see you again,” he said as he got up to his feet and bowed in greetings, he turned to me and flashed me a wide smile. “This is Harper Walter, DMW Chief operation officer,” Mr Henry introduced swiftly, his smiled widened and he stretched his hands towards me, “Ohh, everybody knows the delectable Harper Walter,” he said, I let out an awkward laugh as I took his hand in a brief handshake.