Sinister West Greene Novels & Stories

Green and sneered, "Mr. Green, unfortunately, although Tommy doesn't want to buy the vitamins from the Smith Group, I found another buyer!" "Who? Is she or he is in the West Coast City? I'd like to see who dares to disobey my command!" Mr. Green's voice was cold, his voice was full of authority. This is the momentum of the superior. It's the momentum that he cultivated in the pharmaceutical industry for most of his life! Allen sighed, "I'm sorry! Although most people in the pharmaceutical industry in West Coast City can't annoy you, there is one person I'm afraid that you can't annoy!"

Otherwise, Chance wanted to be one of the men who had a taste of Christine. Westine was infuriated as well. The Sullys were a dignified, top influential family in Greenspring, but he was overpowered by a woman. “Let me make a call and ask around.” Westin was very aggrieved, so he made a call. After the call was picked up, Westin said in a respectful tone, “Mr. Denn.” On the other end of the call, Mr. Denn said nonchalantly, “What’s the matter?” Westin narrated the incident that took place tonight briefly.

The figure leaned on the wall and spit the blood from their mouth, “Ouch…that man really punch me hard. I think I broke my rib again. ” Westside is a beautiful place filled with buildings made out of red bricks and flourishing Mother Nature. This pleasing place was filled with peace but no one knows besides the locals that if one goes far away from Westside Park you will reach an unknown place. A place with a house made out of tins, cans and cardboards, crimes, lies, a place truly filled with the greatest filth, Territory 26.

Violet Wasn’t one to obey without a disregarding remark. Woven chairs scattered around the lawn of the shop, we pushed past corners around the unkempt lawn. “Ansel Greene” a rusty old voice called out through the unstructured metal door from the shop. “Scrap Garry” I called out in total excitement. Garry Jose junior, one out of thousand humans that agrees to coexist with the knowledge of the supernaturals. He has been living here in New Orleans over six decades, witnessed many wars between the supernaturals and has kept our secret from the world, even when he was offered money in other to sell us off. Garry Jose rejected it.

“Don't you think it would be best if you refrain from attending today's inauguration? Weston would highly appreciate it if you kept yourself out of his way from now on. Keep to yourself, Alondra Greene, and you will be a true patriot of this Pack.’’ I wanted to leave this room. I wanted to ditch my clothes and return to my wolf. I wanted to run as fast as I could and as much as I could. I wanted those words to disappear from my head. Hell… I even wanted the memories erased. Weston wants me out of his way. Is this how much of a coward he could be now? My best friend. Abandoning me. Wanting nothing to do with me. My best friend rising into power and choosing to cast me away.

"After that, I can’t guarantee what my men will do to your friends in this building." Greene’s fingers twitched. "Twenty seconds." Greene looked at Avery, then at the monster sitting across from him. He took off his glasses and set them trembling on the desk. "I only know a codename," Greene whispered. "Devil." Avery felt a chill settle in her bones. Dominic didn't move, but his eyes darkened. Suddenly, Greene’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and turned the color of ash. CRASH! The office window exploded inward. Glass shrapnel rained down. Avery dove for cover, a stray shard slicing a thin, stinging line across her cheek.

Jackie had asked Peter who was searching for Mr Smith's address. "Just a minute...here, got it, he doesn't use a definite address in all his personal records, even G***l, I had to hack into the police department server to get his true address and here it is, Brennan greens, it funny though I wonder how he'll decide to reside in such an isolated place, according to history Brennan greens have always been considered a ghost's street, few people reside their and 80% of those there have health issues" Peter had explained feasting on potato chips, Jackie had sighed and made some orders on phone.

She knew what her responsibility was. “Tell me who did those things to the Green Lake, Irene,” she turned around, staring into Irene’s eyes, “You must tell me that Alpha's name.” Irene sighed, putting the glass on the counter. “It was Gregson,” she said, averting her gaze at Darren, “You’ve already killed him last year because he tried to ambush you on your way back from the vampires.” Darren clenched his fists subconsciously. It was unexpected news, out of all his good or bad assumptions. He didn’t know how to react.

He venomed at me and in that second I knew I lost my brother because Daniel Grey would never have spoken to me in that tone. "All you do is whine and blame people, don't you?" Sinister’s voice echoed beside us as he then stood in the middle and took the shot that was placed by the bartender in front of him. The sound of a man clearing his throat behind us gave him our attention, "Miss Becky Grey?" Looking at him curiously, I don't recall ever seeing this man in my life. “This package was sent for you." He continued as Sinister took the package and watched the man walk off. Daniel tried to call him back but he ignored him and walked away.