Pomerantz Novels & Stories

was back slightly but he held his head a little higher as we made our way to the Sergeants office. I knocked twice and heard some shuffling, “Come on in, ya’ll!” Combs had one of those voices that just boomed off every wall. He would intimidate you if you didn’t know him. I swung the door open to his office and plopped down in one of the chairs. “Whatcha got for me? Also, patrol has been set up and you guys are good to go for the night.” Sergeant leaned over his desk and offered us both some mints. I shook my head no and Emery took one of course. “So I am ready to go for patrol, but Emery here is stepping down from the case.” The sergeant slowly lowered hisself into his chair taking a big b

“You never can tell. You can try.” I faced him. Now this was getting out of hand. “Dennis, I ask again, whose side are you on?” “I am on the side of my Alpha and Luna.” “Everything is ready, Arthur...” Jeremy walked in interrupting us. I glared at Dennis who grinned and headed in. I nodded and made to start heading out. “But, someone is here to see you...” “I thought I am off duties for now...” “It’s Maxwell.” I halted, “Maxwell?”

God I feel stupid, why did I think that she'd actually call me, that was idioti- my phone vibrated again, another unknown number. "You have the wrong number." I said as soon as I picked it up. "Oh I'm sorry," a female voice sounded, but it wasn't hers, "I saw this number listed as her emergency contact," I sighed, of course Jonathan would do that, "she's drunk and sleeping on the couch and I called the other number, but-" I stood up and walked to the door, grabbing my car keys on the way, "What's the address?" I asked. "107 beach drive." she replied and hung up.

A man in a black suit with a round beer belly walked in. Absalom had an extremely displeased expression. Even though he tried to suppress it, the violent factor within him continued to act up. Absalom said sternly, “Mr. Zuber, you’re the Terrans’ family lawyer. I asked you to handle inheritance-related matters. His last name is Martinez, so does the Terrans’ family affairs have anything to do with him?”

"You think my brother is doing this? You think Jeremy returned from his international assignment to hack your company?" "No," Peter growled, his jaw locking so tightly that the muscle beneath his skull throbbed with a visible warning. "Jeremy's administrative credentials have been locked within a cold-storage vault since his transition to the federal legal division. But the secondary key certificate belongs directly to the parental asset reserves of Lawrence Holdings—your family estate."

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

"I'm fresh out of law school. Your case would be my first." I sat back. Of course. "Mr. Peterson," I said, reading the nameplate on his desk. "James Whitmore is not an ordinary opponent. He will have the best attorneys money can buy. Attorneys who have been practicing longer than you've been alive." I didn't add that Leo would probably end up on James's side the moment he found out I'd hired someone else. Finn Peterson straightened in his chair. His hands flattened on the desk between us.

“And I know that these are things that I shouldn’t care about. But somehow, I still do. She always finds a way to make me feel small. And she does that by just using words. At times, I can ignore them, but there are times when it is hard to do so. I am guessing today just falls with the fact of being hard.” Nolan didn’t move for a moment. Then, quietly, he said, “You’re not small, Natalia. You never were. You might not see it, but I do. There are many others who look up at you, and when I say that I know they wouldn’t if this was someone else, I am not even complimenting you when I say that I know my pack. They do not give in to anyone, and they do not look twice to someone that they don’t r

I look at him oddly. “Do you know whose dick you just blew?” He takes a sip from his glass. “No.” I lie. “That man,” he smiles brightly, bobbing his head up and down with excitement. “Is Amar Diamandis.” He laughs. “He owns the biggest law firm in Auckland City. He has all the little piggies under his thumb. Under his beck and call because he is a force to be reckoned with. His family comes from money back home in Athens. His grandfather runs the Philadelphia Greek Mob in the States. That man exudes power wherever he goes.” He looks at me silently for a minute, his eyes heavy on my face.

I could never get used to wearing mini dresses, I was bound to change out of this, and into a nice comfy top with leggings, and my camo boots soon as soon as we get home. It turns out, I wasn't the only one who was selected to partake in this stupid program for Colonel Colhelm from my pack after all. Jazzy, or Jazmin Tanner, was also picked, as a delta warrior. She's an omega in my pack. We are the only two girls left, and we feel damn proud of surviving. Today, after five long years, we finally get to go home. Only one problem with all this.... who the fuck did I mate with, the night before I left? I went through hell these five years...