Sean Westover Novels & Stories

“Famous last words.” Aaron walked out into the night sky and took a deep breath. A thousand stars twinkled above him. Even though he could no longer see most of them, he knew they were there. He remembered them from long ago, from the small village of Killarney, Ireland. He remembered a girl with long red hair and sparkling green eyes, one he’d kissed beneath these same stars, one he’d promised to love forever. Since he’d last held her in his arms, he had seen many unexplainable, wondrous things. He’d witnessed historical events and met legendary individuals. He was part of a team of people who protected mankind against a terrifying enemy they didn’t even know existed. Just like the stars, e

He made a gesture to hint at Elior to leave. He wanted to rest. He wanted to have a healthy body so that he could grow old with that woman. After Elior left Stewart manor, Sean went to the study. He had a Weibo account. He had just registered for one recently. He logged in and in a flash, his profile was flooded with curses. He scanned through it absent-mindedly and stopped reading. 19:31 Under Sean’s profile, there was a new post. ‘I, Sean Stewart, only have one wife. Her name is Jane Dunn.’

I was the only one who could save him. Sean resigned from his job at the college and applied to become a volunteer in providing humanitarian assistance. He traveled to various places around the world, where they might be experiencing war, epidemic, or natural disasters. He went everywhere where they might have doctors working with them. He believed that even the heavens would be moved by his sincerity someday. … Three months later, Sean was helping with moving some supplies within an area in Agora that had just recently been affected by an earthquake. The team Sean had been assigned to was dispatched here to provide assistance.

"Sean Williams Sr. was a senator on the east coast. Maine. Lived in D.C. for a time. Had a wife and son. Had fostered another girl for a year before taking Sienna Williams in when she was eleven." That's as far as I got but I want more. He knows me well enough not to ask why I'm interested. "Wife died a few years ago. Cancer," he says. "The senator just recently passed away of a heart attack. He was involved in multiple scandals throughout his political career but nothing seemed to stick. The son, Sean, is twenty-six, and Ciara, the other girl they fostered was actually adopted by them." "Where's the son?" "Maine. He's following in his father's footsteps."

＜ I said to Lincoln using the pack-link and I instantly cut it off and didn't wait for my brother to respond. I wasted no more time and quickly shifted into my wolf form, so did Jason. We sprint towards the west border, we take the shortcut so we can quickly get to the west border. I can’t help but feel a wave of intense anger growing inside me, I can't believe that those rogues dared to attack our pack. It’s been quite a few months since the last time some rogues tried to enter the pack border but they didn’t succeed.

Sean cupped her cheek and searched her eyes like a doting lover. “It's not a bad memory, just an old one.” Sachiko took his hand in hers and started walking again. “How long were you over there?” Sean had spent twenty years on black ops missions in the Middle East. Iran was one of many stops in a long list of death and destruction. “A few years. I ran security for a private firm a few years back.” Sean was vague on purpose. It was always better to let someone build their own conclusions. “What made you come here?” Sean asked as his fingers locked with hers.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

Back to School – One Month After the Honeymoon The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the sleek SUV as it made its way back to campus. Boma leaned against the plush seat, her hand resting gently on her small but noticeable bump, a tender reminder of the new life growing inside her. Beside her, Donovan sat silently, his fingers interlaced with hers, his protective presence a constant source of strength. Phillip, Donovan’s right-hand man, was focused on the road, driving them back to the reality of school life after their whirlwind honeymoon.

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to