Sheriff Tate Novels & Stories

He nodded towards the door. Jess knocked. “Come in.” Shouted the sheriff from the other side. She walked in and he gestured to give him a minute. She sat on the chair across from him and just listened to the one side of the conversation. “I want all of Belton, Clevlock, and Destor county looking for this guy. He’s a serial rapist, kidnapper and murder. This is everyone’s top priority do you understand me? I want this son of a bitch off the streets. Call me back if you find anything.” He hung up the phone and put his head in his hands. He dragged them down to his beard and leaned back in a stretch. Placing one arm on the arm of his chair and a fist to his mouth he looked at Jess throug

“Let him come in.” The sheriff walked in, in uniform, with a hat and an envelope in his grasp. He was medium built in his thirties, blond with brown eyes. “I’m Sheriff Carter Wade.” He offered a handshake. “Califf Stone.” My mate gripped his hand. “You have a pretty strong grip there, Mister Stone,” the sheriff said confidently. His heartbeat, on the other hand, beat so fast. “I do extensive workouts. This is my wife, Shadow, and my associates, Lyon and Zack, and you’ve met Duke.”

They had come so far, endured so much, and now the possibility of Eli’s rescue beckoned them forward. *** Sheriff Tanner cruised leisurely up to Waco from Valley Mills, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He felt a surge of contentment with how his plan was unfolding. By deliberately keeping himself distant from where Eli was being held captive, he was able to maintain an alibi and add credibility to his involvement in the kidnapping case. It was like a strategic move, ensuring that no suspicion would fall upon him. Sheriff Tanner relished in the thought of how smoothly everything was going, convinced that his careful maneuvers would shield him from any accusations.

He placed a comforting hand on shoulder. "I don't personally know him but I know that he wouldn't want to see you in this condition. In fact he would want you to be very happy." I shook my head negatively. "Tate wasn't just my friend he was also my mate...we were going to be happy together." Lain looked uncomfortable. He was about to hug me but I pushed him away. "Just leave me alone." That woman was still out there working with the dark tide and I won't let Tate's death go unnoticed.

He looked at Kaze in disbelief. Clover Center was the young man’s asset. Who the hell was the young man? Kaze shook his head. “That won’t be necessary. With a man like Dave working for Tate, I don’t expect much from him either. Get another realtor on the case. They can take over my properties, including Clover Center.” Terror showed on Dave’s face. Tate was a vicious and merciless man. No way could Dave get off scot-free after causing the company that much loss. Tate would be the first one going after him.

“Me for him. Let Tate go.” The Architect smiled, a cold, calculated expression that didn’t reach his eyes. He was younger than I expected—sharp features, tailored coat despite the grimy surroundings. “The rookie goalie for the backup. Acceptable. You’ve caused me more trouble than you’re worth, but this ends tonight.” Tate was released with rough shoves. He stumbled toward us, legs unsteady. Beck moved in quickly to support him, guiding him toward the exit while Merrick covered their retreat with steady aim. Relief flooded me seeing Tate safe, but it was short-lived.

"As you know, Mrs. Wealth is in the hospital. They want to wait until she gets better so they can all sign together. As a community." "Fuck." I scrubbed a hand over my face. "How long?" "They wouldn't commit to a timeline." Tate crossed his legs, far too casual for the bomb he'd just dropped. "I see why everyone's obsessed with that town. It's lovely. They really do live as one big family." I knew that. I'd seen it firsthand. "You left quite the mark on them," Tate added. "This should be easy to finish. Just take Cinnamon back, bring one or two lawyers and the accountants, and everything's resolved."

Lucky says and Dalton and the two deputies nod in agreement. “Give me everything you have, and I will speak to the judge. He is a friend. By the end of the day, you will have a TRO while we investigate what is going on,” Dalton says before he stands and the other two follow his lead. “We are sorry you are going through this, miss Honey. We will keep an eye on him and his lawyer. When your team arrives, please have them call me. Come on, boys, we have a piece of shit to go and speak to.” I relax when the sheriff and his men leave the clubhouse. Now we need to get to work to make sure that Jeremy Fuller realises who he is fucking with.

It was driving him up a wall, his wolf was snarling in anger, which translated to his own scowl that had just seeped into the dark emotion. He was going to find these two males that had dared touch his mate and rip them limb from limb until he bathed in their blood. “No, you will not,” “Shut up Griffon, you have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do to these soon-to-be dead men,” “Might I remind you, I am still the Sheriff of this town, and do not condone acts of murder,” Aiden spun his furious gaze on the older man sitting in a chair, the tired look in his eyes brought no sympathy for the man. John Dalton sat straight up when those cold green eyes locked onto his form.

"Well, sort of. I can see flashes of images and feel the emotions that go along with them. Especially if they're catastrophic. And if you've been doing this as long as me, you start getting good at deciphering the pieces of a story." "Okay," Brad says, "So, you think Candice used to be the girl Atticus killed himself over?" "Without a doubt," Mrs. Stephens says. "Her name was Josephine."