Sinister West Greene Novels & Stories

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

Devon. “Mister Greene.” I say. “Alpha,” he tips an imaginary hat. “If there is anyone here who has had very close encounters with rogues and lived, it's my father.” How can I forget? The late Benjamin Greene and my father were once friends, but problems with the rogues was what drove them apart. My father was sure that Mister Greene was working with the rogues for political reasons. They are both dead now, but I am just realizing that the son of my father's enemy might just be the help I need.

I quickly cut him off, "No! I mean, yes, I wanna know." He rolled his eyes, the ghost of a smile still on his lips. "Shuan taught me how to hack into simple systems earlier this week. Basically, I had your aunt's wedding organisers email me an invite. Pretty smart, huh?" his signature small smirk graced his features, the arrogance dripping from it. "That can't be something good," I shook my head, smiling. "Why'd you do it, though?" "Well," West stared at the grey marble floor for a few moments, "to be honest, if I were you, I'd want somebody to be beside me while I dealt with a pedophile."

My grip on the phone tightened. “Bianca, are you insane? What the hell are you doing in a place like that?” My voice rose in panic. West Street had the worst reputation in the city—rampant crime, drugs, and violence. It was no place for her, especially not at this hour. She had always known better. So why had she gone there now? Before she could reply, a new voice—deep and threatening—took over the line. “Mind your own business, bitch!” A sharp cackle followed before the call abruptly disconnected.

Heros Green I noticed the vultures watching Liora with every step she took through the ballroom, their eyes crawling over her as if they had any right. Covetous. Curious. Hungry. The reason I came to this event was twofold: to remind everyone that the ‘Ndrangheta still ruled the East Coast and to get closer to Arthur Kensignthon—one of our main suspects in the sabotage of our shipments to the Bratva and the death of our father.

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."

“Mr Moretti, I didn’t realise we had a meeting today.” Kenneth Greene looked up from his desk at the intrusion, but despite his words, the man didn’t seem surprised at Xander’s presence. “We don’t.” Xander narrowed his eyes on the man, his cool demeanour only sufficed to make the Mafia leader angrier. “Please, have a seat.” Greene motioned to the chair across from him and leaned back on his own, leisurely. “What are you playing at Greene?” Xander ignored his offer and instead slammed his hands down on the desk.

Sean could not even look at Frank. He retorted, "Shut up! I wouldn't even care if you're dead if not for Helen!" Gina became even more impressed with Sean right then. "See? Mr. Wesley is so magnanimous, while you're so petty?" Sean said just then, "Do you know who that baldie's boss is? It's the man who consolidated power in West City after Leo Grayson was killed!" "Oh, are you talking about Scarface? I heard about him—he's ruthless," one of Helen's employees said just then.

"Now clear me on this, what wager?." I took a deep breath. "I signed up to wrestle with a Luna from another pack at red moon inn tonight." "Only one wolf leaves there alive." "I doubt I'll be the one." "She's the strongest Luna alive, she's remained undefeated for ages." I revealed to my unsuspecting sister. Gwen was silent as she stared into space. I've always despised Gwen ever since we were kids, she was too beautiful to be real. I watched her closely, she was lost in thought.

Her pulse thundered. She was not alone. *** By midday, peace was no longer possible. Every screen in the penthouse erupted with the same broadcast. Colton’s study. The living room. Even the security feeds. Weston’s face appeared—sharp as a scalpel, immaculate, soulless. He wore a gray suit that seemed tailored from shadow itself. Behind him stood two children—Eva, clutching a stuffed fox with blank confusion, and beside her, a girl who mirrored her so perfectly that Savannah nearly vomited.