Romans & histoires Rufus Kindred

A voice said from all about him, “Well done, good and faithful servant; August Wolf Arminius, you have been faithful over a few things. I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your master. Forever.” *** Eyes closed tight, Rufus dreamed of his homeland, a merry place of his childhood, but a dreamy one for certain. In his youth, there had always been Romans. Tales for elders told of a time long ago when there were no such people in the Isle and the Britons ran free. He liked that idea, even if it were a fantasy. It felt good. Smelled good too, like baking bread and the morning wind over the forests after a heavy rain. A terrible scent and loud growls roused him from his l

Rufus regarded him for a long moment with an unreadable expression before he spoke, "Of what benefit is this to me? Why should I help a man whose Beta murdered my daughter? I have no problem with Rashka. I shouldn't be scared of his wrath." Randall knew he had to be selfish at this point. That was his only option. "I have a strong feeling that Aldric was a weak link in my pack. Rashka must have gotten to him. Made him do so many despicable things. Now that he is a fugitive, soon to be a rogue, where else do you think he'd run to for refuge?" Finally, Randall said something that made sense to Rufus. His face hardened again, "If this is true... If the Green Forest harbors the man who murdered

Then, with iron in his voice, he said, "However, I won't let her go to jail and ruin her life. She's the last of the Jackson family Underboss' line." He gave a subtle nod to someone nearby. The Underboss, who had been lurking in the shadows, stepped forward and handed me a piece of paper. I glanced down to see three bold words at the top: a forgiveness letter. "Sign it," Roman said flatly, as if he were discussing the weather and not our fate. "Then we can pretend this never happened. When you're back on your feet, we'll still be Hudson City's golden couple." I stared at the document, then at Roman, who felt both familiar and strangely alien, and a metallic taste rose in my throat.

But he found one once, tucked beneath his pillow: I know the ghost in our home is real. I see him in your eyes each night— but if you’re a ghost, then so am I. And I’d rather haunt this world with you, than live it alone without. He said nothing. Just folded it carefully and kept it in his pocket. They grew old quietly. Keiran’s hands, once precise, began to tremble. Nicole’s voice softened, grew brittle in the cold. Still, they remained. To the village, they were the quiet couple by the sea. Some thought they were once artists. Others, lovers who had lost children. No one guessed the truth. No one asked.

Zurich. Steel sky. Ice in the wind. And silence that didn’t ask questions. The world moved differently here, precise, subdued, and expensive. Everything was engineered to be invisible: wealth, war, and men like him. Asher Hartwell, or rather, the man who used to be Asher no longer existed in public records. To his team, to clients, to the world at large, he was now Kieran Wolfe. Founder and CEO of Wolfguard.

Heiley asked directly, but I held back so that Rufus wouldn't get even angrier. "Yes, because they got involved in the mess of our feuding clans. I can't blame you either because my race was the first to attack you. My family got involved, and I'm angry with your clans," Rufus answered. My face became serious when I heard and I found out. He is David's uncle in the future. I found out his background. I grabbed his shoulder and forced Rufus to turn to me. "Don't be like your race to become evil, Rufus. Do you want your clan to be as evil as those of your race that have been evil?" I mentioned that he hasn't told me anything yet, but I want to reassure him.

Chester's rage grew with every word, and he crushed my other foot beneath his heel. "However, both Susie and her sister have polycystic syndrome. How did you make Susie carry your child countless times? "And I'm supposed to have to find other men, like you, to father Susie's child? "However, it won't be long now. Susie, and the whole Lynch and Rogers clan, they're all going to be mine!"

"Ms. Brown, we understand how you feel, but the children are innocent. You're their teacher. How could you hurt them?" I regretted taking a job at this kindergarten. It was the worst mistake I had ever made. If I hadn't taken it, my daughter wouldn't be missing. I checked the time and answered coldly, "There are 28 minutes left. You don't want any casualties, do you?" William panicked. "We've already thrown every resource at the search, but you can't expect us to find someone in half an hour." I roared, "I already told you. She never left this kindergarten! Find her!"

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, Boss, but I thought you should know—something strange came up.” My brow furrows. “Strange?” “I was going through the archived files you asked me to scan for the Consortium project—just making sure everything is updated before your flight—and I found something odd. A deleted folder in the system. Hidden under a dummy label.” I frown. “Whose system?” “Your brother’s,” he says quietly. “Mathieu’s old drives. They were backed up on the MoreauCloud, but not accessible unless decrypted. I thought I’d try. One of the folders was titled Raven.”

Rufus briefed me and I smiled, happiness flooding my being. These was one of the reasons I had hired for his wits and calculating planning. He was a rogue who had been banished out of his pack due to rowdy conduct and the fact his mum had been killed under strange circumstances, they decided that sending Rufus away would somehow make the bad spirit surrounding them go with him. I had taken him up, taught him what I knew and he stuck my side ever since then. “Okay, Rufus. Very soon, I will head out to meet you and the rest of the gang. Make sure everything is in the right position, okay?” I said and he affirmed that.