Shay Patrick Cormac Novels & Stories

Low. Bastardly melodious. Unmistakably Irish. I step into the dim light, and there he is. Cormac Donnelly. The Irish Consigliere. He’s taller than I expected. Maybe six two. With broad shoulders filling out a dark gray coat that looks more suited for a winter funeral than a meeting in the stinky sewers.

Patrick replied, a slight tremor in his voice. Tommaso scowled at me, shaking his head. He didn’t like this plan and didn’t trust Patrick Morrison, a new recruit to my family with ties to the local Irish Mob. Patrick had gotten close to Francesco, who had been his mentor during his first year in our family and had essentially taken the young man under his wing. It had been an unfortunate turn of events for Patrick, given that his mentor was now on the run with a target on his back. I’d been right to assume Francesco would talk to Patrick if his mentee reached out. I’d brought Patrick into my office the day before to interrogate him about his communications with Francesco. I didn’t know Patri

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

He's daddy's CFO (chief finanical officer) and he keeps my daddy right in check making sure he doesn't just run from one business to the next buying them all up just because he can. Liam's dad, Patrick is originally from Ireland. They came to America when he was five years old and now lives on the same mansion row that we do here in good old Atherton, CA. It is pretty exclusive and all the properties are huge. We have mountain views and beautiful lake land. I couldn't imagine living anywhere else in the world. Well other than Paris being a fashion designer. I've always had a keen interest in fashion, maybe one day I can start my own label. My mother says I'm brilliant with designs and have a

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.

She sounded different, and he was quick to pick up on it. "He does, and they've been doing their job. It's the stress I guess. I want to get out of here, Charlotte. I need to be out, to take care of my daughter. But it looks like Seamus is taking care of you." Cormac Sullivan has always been good at reading people, and he excels at reading his daughter. Something was going on between her and Seamus and he was not sure how to react to it. He knew that Seamus Braddock was a player, but deep down Cormac also knew that Seamus was a good man just like his dad.

He knows what to say in situations like this and another, the man is also very smart according to Tanya. “I’ve been very busy,” Cormac replied sparingly, so I smirked. This one really has no hope in socializing with other people. It looks like he’s back to being a Stoney because he is no longer in the orphanage. “Wait. . . Avery Taylor, right?” I was amazed when I turned to him. “It’s nice to see you here!” He simply approached me so that I could kiss him in the cheek when Cormac cleared his throat. Isiaah just laughed, then patted my shoulder and whispered, “He’s so possessive.”

He stands to his feet and lets his gaze travel from one end of the table to the other. “I am Alpha Shane of the Dark Moon pack. I went back to where I was brought into the world and took back what was mine. I am the only legitimate heir and it is my birthright to be Alpha of my father’s pack. I’ve broken no laws, I challenged him, and won,” he said.