Rainn Wilson Novels & Stories

" There's a group of people that have been foiling our plans lately. I need you to assassinate their leader" " But I'm just an ordinary guy" I said feigning innocence. He chuckled and stretched forth his hand to one of the guards who placed an Apple iPad on his palm. He operated it for sometime and looked straight into my eyes. " Richard L. Williams, born on 24th of June 1985 in Starlight City. Married to Jane Williams, oh and your daughter Ashley, almost skipped her part" he said and smiled mischievously "Joined the US Military in 2009 with two tours in Afghanistan and one in Iraq. Awarded a medal of honor for saving the life of a Lieutenant and two corporals soldiers from the hands of the

"In other news. The body of a man was found in a downtown hotel room this morning. Raymond Mann was found shot to death in his hotel room. Police have no leads at the moment, but say it is an ongoing investigation." I looked at Lane. “He was sloppy on purpose. He wanted me to know that he found my man. Get the men ready. We are going to send a message of our own. Jensen wants a war he is going to get one.” Jensen’s POV I sat up in bed as my phone started to ring. I tried not to wake the angel sleeping next to me, but she woke the minute I moved from her. “Where are you going?” I kissed her forehead. “I’m just going to answer this. I will be back.” She smiled and rolled over as I answered the

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.

A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head. Raj looks like a skinny matchstick while Ryan looks like a huge, thick matchbox. And looks hot, just like a freshly baked muffin coming right away from the oven. His chiseled jawline accentuates his sculpted face that is worth drooling. I want to save his face on my phone’s wallpaper. His shoulders are bulky and broad, muscularly squared and his sturdy hands are in the pocket of his navy blue pants, which remind of yesterday's incident. I hope I didn’t burn Hotty’s balls.

Caius asked, making small talk. “Tristan, Rex, and Kit had business with another pack. To help save the Omega, this wolf almost killed.” Rixa pointed at Brody. “Wow, hostel much?” Brody exclaimed. “It’s a rough world.” Rixa laughed.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Rainn looked around but didn't see Liam anywhere. Apparently, he was still mad that he wasn't eligible this year, but he had really hoped that he would at least show up for him. All he could do was continue to hope that his brother would show up at some point during the trials. The first part of the testing was hand-to-hand combat. They paired everyone off and the winners of each match would fight each other until there was one left. This didn't bother Rainn in the least, as he had fought with all these men before and knew that he could take them. His first fight was an easy one. Oscar was the son of the head of the council. He didn’t like to fight, and Rainn didn’t even think that Oscar rea

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And judging by the distanced sounds, mom helped them breach the security team. “You are mine, Eleanor.” His voice was toxic to my ears, and I watched for a second as he raised his gun before I pulled my trigger. His body froze for a second before he dropped the gun, the shot hit his back, one that would most likely immobilize him, but I knew that an easy death was his runaway, and that was not something that I was going to allow.

Sheriff Black lay at my feet, his body covered in blood. With a heavy heart, I covered my mouth to muffle the scream that threatened to escape as I once again found myself on the cold ground. My hands shook as I crawled toward his lifeless body, desperately trying to wake him with a gentle shake. But as I searched for a pulse, my heart sank with the realization that he was truly gone. His eyes remained open, as though he was caught off guard, yet they stared into nothingness. With tears streaming down my face, I tenderly closed them and clung to his still form, allowing myself to cry softly.