Puck Puckerman Novels & Stories

Once the pumpkins were arranged, he picked up the empty box, said a quick goodbye, and hurried out of the library. “Was that Mr. Sasagawa?” Mayumi came out of the office just as he was leaving and watched his retreating back through the closing door. “You know him?” “My husband works at the botanical garden. Mr. Sasagawa is a researcher, while my husband is on the grounds and maintenance staff. Do you know him, Haruka?” “He lives next door to me. I asked him to make these decorations.” I showed her the row of pumpkins. “Well! In a small town, everyone turns out to be connected somehow. I never would have expected this from Mr. Sasagawa. Who knew he had such a talent?”

How did he think that Parker would ever do something that his princess didn’t like? Fuck, he got played. . . . ______

"Our fated mate. Anyone has a problem with that, speak now or get off my team." Silence. Then one guy, tall with dark hair and a friendly smile, skates forward. "Damien," he introduces himself. "Right wing. Nice to finally meet you. These three haven't shut up about you for days." "Shut up, Damien," Seth mutters, but he's smiling. Another guy pushes forward. "Marcus. Defense. Welcome to the family, I guess." One by one, they introduce themselves. Most are friendly. Some are curious. A few look skeptical but keep it to themselves.

I could feel every Alpha shiver beside at the thought of such a condition getting to their pack. "So what's the solution to all this? How do we put a stop to this curse before it gets out of hand?" One of the Alpha said. I recall his name as Alpha Xander, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. He barely talks, but when he speaks, he goes straight to the important stuffs and always spoke sense.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a bite from the cookie jar in front of me. I heard him snicker but he didn't turn around, “So what names should we give them?” he asked. “Hmm, let’s see, how does Puck sound for Orange, he is always playing around with your puck.” I teased. He turned around and gave me that dead stare that forced thus unpermittdd laugh out of me. “Okay okay, sorry… let’s try again.” I muffled, wiping the tear that escaped my eye. “Oh, how about Penny,” I asked.

Cindy sulks. "Where are my manners?" he said candidly and stepped out of the hot tub, wearing only black swimming trunks. He then grabs a towel and walks towards Ava and Cindy as he continues to dry his hair. "I'm Henry Glass, the owner of this cafe." Ava was just brought back to reality when he offered his right hand. Subconsciously she shook it too. I might have discovered a nasty secret but it's their business. I can't go back empty handed, now that Claire and Dave want a fresh start.

He pulled one for himself and sat , staring straight ahead. Suddenly the light dimmed and a man-the host I assumed- climbed the stage. "Thank you all for coming today," He began and the crowd applauded. " We have here with us the one who has won the businessman of the year five times in a row. Ladies and gentlemen, Zachary Wellington." Cheers filled the room, and Zachary raised his glass, acknowledging them with that infuriating, confident smirk. " And who would have thought he'd end with the ice princess, Valerie Hampton."

Even sitting down, his presence was commanding, and I could sense the Alpha power radiating from him. Another Hunter brother, I realized. This had to be Hughs, the eldest. The professor. "Actually, I do know," I said, turning to face him. "You're Hughs Hunter, aren't you? The big, important professor everyone's supposed to be impressed by?" He stood slowly, his movements controlled and precise. "And you're a scheming little opportunist who thought she could get close to my brother by playing innocent." Scheming? The accusation hit like a slap. "Are you serious right now?"

I stared at my father as the silence took over our table. In his eyes, I saw every reason my mother fell for him. The dark brooding look was always every girl's fantasy. But you could have done better than this, Ma. "Alan, this is Sacha. Sacha, Alan", my sperm donor introduced. The creep didn't have a bad name, surprisingly. With that, I turned to him, maintaining my blank stare as I assessed his features. His green eyes twinkled and I wondered what was amusing. Did I look funny?

A couple guys immediately start grinning like someone just said free beer. “Madison Walker,” Cole slips. “That girl is unreal.” “Unreal is not the word I’d use,” someone else says. “I would absolutely ruin my life for that girl,” one of the defensemen admits. My jaw tightens and I take a slow drink, letting the beer sit in my mouth for a second so I don’t say something I shouldn’t. Ryan looks back at me. “You ever see her?” I set the bottle down. “Yeah I know her, knew her since we were kids”