Puck Puckerman Novels & Stories

He looked up from the computer. "Well, if it isn't Tru Parker," he smiled as I walked up to the counter. "How's school?" Maverick was a cute mix of Irish and Filipino, with brown hair and gray eyes. A smattering of freckles dusted his cheeks and his eyes tilted just enough to make him look like he was smiling even when he wasn't. He was a little taller than me with wide, muscled shoulders. "Homework sucks."

"I always imagined what a Unicorn would look like, but nothing prepared me for how beautiful you all are. I am in awe. And thank you, King Puck, once this is all over, I would be honoured for you to meet them, along with all the other Supernatural Leaders." "It would be an honour to meet the blessed pups." He smiled. "I have gifts for them, but it will probably be best to wait until this is all over." "There was no need for that King Puck," I said. "But thank you, I am sure they will be delighted." "Please call me Puck." He smiled. "Then you must call me Kari." I returned the smile. "It is good to see you again Puck, thank you for coming at such short notice," Gramps said as he and Grant joi

Nick POV We all sit in my father’s office quiet and trying to process what just happened. My father made calls to the pack hospital and had people go from house to house to make sure no pack members passed and that everyone was accounted for in the pack. After of few hours we found out that all the pack members where here and that no one recently passed in the pack hospital. There were a few pack members that were away either on vacation or business trips but their family members where able to get in contact with them. The only person that is from the pack and we have no contact with is Mariah. The scream of anguish that Mariah’s mom let out when my father said it must have been Mariah’s pac

I stared up at the dark ceiling, my mind racing too fast for sleep. “Tess? You awake?” his voice cut through the dark. “Yeah.” “Good.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. He paused, his tone shifting into something dangerously soft. “Tess... I’m really glad you came into my life. Things were pretty dull before you showed up.” My eyebrow hitched up. “Oh, really? Your life seemed plenty interesting.” “Why? Because I used to be a player?” “Used to be? You’re still a player, Ryder.”

The same hands that had pinned me in love now anchored me so I wouldn’t drown. “I saw his face,” I gasped. “When the puck went in. That little slump. It looked just like me when my dad—” “Shh. Not your dad. Not your story.” Callan leaned in until our foreheads touched. His breath warmed my skin. “Liam is not you. He laughed two seconds later. He’s already asking if he can try again. This is play, Brooks. Not pressure.”

“A private investigator, money, time, the usual tools you know. You buried the name well enough for the average person, but not well enough for someone with the right motivation.” “Who else knows?” “For now? Fewer people than you think, but that number can change very quickly.” I took a step closer. “Is this already out of my control?” He smiled slightly, like the question itself was entertaining. “Well…that depends entirely on you, Ford.” “Don’t play games with me.” “I’m not.” He said, raising his arms up. “I’m simply presenting facts. You built a life on a dead man’s identity. You’ve been skating under that name for years and now people are circling the same story from a different angle.”

He was lacking in many traits and attributes, but not in pettiness. Pamela Sun was a hawk. She dug out information that has been scrapped from the face of the earth, she had a reputation for keeping said information to her chest until it was needed to checkmate a competitor or opponent. She was brutal. It was a wonder why Carl hadn’t brought her in for the signing. With her, it was better to stick to veiled truth, she had a nose for tricks and lies and half truths were her bread and butter so she could sniff them out better than a hound.

Hunter mutters in a low voice, with his eyes in sparkling anger. “How are you, Pamela?” The man stretch out his hand to Hunter and he doesn’t take it, leaving the guy with his hand stretched out, Hunter looks the hand in front of him and narrows his eyes, the man shrugs in a scornful way and greets him too. “What’s up, Sickle, after you were expelled from UFC I thought I would never see you in New York, still hiding in the end of the world? How’s Portland, that shitty town?”

A man in a suit behind Mack glanced at Baloo and sneered, “People raised by the Hane family are really pig-headed. They don’t even know that they’re standing at death’s door.” Baloo raised his brows and smiled as he said coldly, “I don’t belong to the Hane family, but what is this about death’s door?” “Hardy, don’t talk so much. We’re not here to make trouble.” At this time, Mack stepped forward and walked in front of Baloo. He looked at him and said, “It’s Baloo, right? How do you do?” Baloo scoffed. “You know me?” Mack nodded and said with a smile, “Baloo Trent, one of the top three gamblers in Riverdale. Your name’s infamous. My name’s Mack Quinn. I’m here for one purpose today. I heard t

Puck grumbled. I didn’t get him. He knew Frankie wasn’t our mate and that we were using her to weaken Oliver, but he was still upset about it. We rejected our real mate years ago when we discovered that we had been paired with a poor omega. Puck had no problems with that, but he seemed uneasy about killing Frankie. He won’t tell me why, but he has been in a sour mood since. ©COPYRIGHT 2025/T.MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED