Ray Palmer Novels & Stories

Palmer was quiet the whole ride, and even inside the diner, she didn’t say a word while she played with her spoon in the vanilla ice cream they served with the apple pie. “Palmer, what’s wrong?” Daisy asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. “I finally met Christopher, and when I invited him to join us, he rejected the offer,” she replied, taking a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Daisy chuckled, making Palmer look at her like she was crazy. She looked down at her pie and poked on it hard until it turned into mush.

He was trying to recollect what might have happened. Few hours ago, this man knocked on his door in the most gentle way someone could knock. Three hours earlier. "Come in, please" Raymond opened the door and invited Palmer in. He had never seen his face before but he looked like a gentleman and somehow a harmless man. Palmer didn't make any move to come inside. He waited like he wanted Raymond to join him outside. Raymond came out to meet him. They shook hands. All the while, Palmer was smiling or that was the way his face looked permanently.

He seemed to be busy looking elsewhere. I walked to him and tap him lightly. “It’s payment time.” When he turned to pay, I thought he would scream on seeing the amount of things I had picked out but he instead dipped his hand into his pocket and took out his payment card. “You should have told me the Alpha was paying…I will add these to your chart Alpha Arthur…” the lady looked shocked seeing him try to make the payment himself. “No. clear it now.” Arthur cut her off and handed her this card of his which the lady took.

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."

“To uphold the responsibilities and obey pack laws. I will protect this pack as my own and look at this pack as family.” Alpha Wyatt cuts my palm, I wince at the sudden pain. He quickly slices his palm and connects our hands together. The pack link snaps together. I feel instantly dizzy, feeling each member at once. I try to stand but falter when Alpha Wyatt braces me. “You’re okay my little wolf.” “I fainted when I joined the pack.” Amelia laughs. “It’s common, but Remi is different than most wolves.” James says. “I’ll admit, I fainted.” A small voice belonging to Jackson’s mate, Lyla. We all laughed, making me feel not so alone in the fainting department.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

"Are you the doctor here, or am I? If I say he's gone, he's gone. What's there left to check in this condition?" "That's nonsense!" My eyes turned bloodshot. "He was still alive! I heard him say it hurt just moments ago!" "That was a nerve reflex. It's involuntary." The doctor shook off my hand and straightened his coat. "If you don't believe me, check for yourself. See if he's still moving now." I dropped to the child's side. My hands trembled as I touched his face. It was cold. He really wasn't moving anymore. My tears overflowed immediately.

Marcus said, pointing to the news on the screen. [The infamous Peter Palmer, youngest son of Leonardo Palmer, who was presumed dead, has been confirmed alive and hospitalized at Rosaria Hospital in Florentia. It seems he wasn’t dead after all, though the man is reportedly in poor mental health—which isn’t surprising, given the recent revelations about his past. Peter Palmer was linked to the mafia, a close associate of Marcus Bartz, and a potential hitman for him. His name is connected to a long list of individuals who died under mysterious and horrific circumstances.

he smiles "I have heard nothing but good things about you " By one in the afternoon we still chilling drinking non alcoholic punch swimming I am really enjoying Ryan's company he's cool maybe after Mr Parker we can date is that too much ? Maybe but I don't care. Mr Parker and three of his buddies walk up to the pool house with boxes of pizza and beers the greet us then proceed. I stand up taking off my bikini cover reaching for the sunscreen when I see that Mr Parker have settled down the seat he took is facing right straight at me. "Ryan could you be a darling and get my back" he practically jumps at the opportunity. His hands so soft around my shoulders I could get use to this.

I said, smiling at him and extending my hand out to shake his hand. His eyes turn dark for a mere second, and then his lip tugs slightly into a smirk. The big scar over his left eye made him look even more mysterious, just as Ricky had told me. "Luna Dannelly. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the invitation. I apologize for my lack of communication and for not responding to your invitation. I've been so busy. I thought I wasn't going to be able to make it, but, I just couldn't miss today. Alarick is a good friend and I just had to come and greet the old Rascal." he says, smiling. He delicately grabs my hand, pulling it forward and placing a kiss on my knuckles.