Sinister West Greene Novels & Stories

- Calla The old Greystone Estate was just as I remembered it: silent, neglected, and surrounded by a thick, protective wall of pine and brush. The small cabin was dusty and smelled faintly of mouse droppings and aged wood, but it was mine. No guards, no Marla, and no scent of Alpha Lucien Thorne. Just freedom, purchased with a ruthless transfer of money and a clean break from a destiny I refused to accept.

“Don’t romanticize it.” “I’m not.” His voice deepened slightly. “I’m admiring it.” Her pulse betrayed her instantly. Alexander noticed that too. Of course he fucking did. Before she could recover, her laptop chimed sharply from the living room. Jenna’s emergency alert system. Luna moved instantly. Professional mode sliding over her like armor. Alexander followed silently. She opened the encrypted file and froze. A photograph filled the screen. Silverfang territory, pack borders, three dead wolves hanging from trees, their throats torn open, a black serpent symbol carved into their chests.The ghost sector.

Greed can do manipulation but Lavender Visha Grey makes desire within themselves. I walk hurriedly but with the aura, I've been hiding since my last runaway. I pass people with a passion but gentleness. Why would I be guilty? The doctor seems to be a good manipulator. I just now realize it when I’m finally here at the parking lot. Guilt tripping me doc? Are you making any plans to be burned? But he’s my therapist, this situation is not helping. I would love to have a cold shake to calm my nerves.

SYNTHETIC HORMONE RECEPTOR BLOCKADE: LETHAL MATRIX CONFIRMED. SOURCE PATIENT: MRS. MAYA VANCE (BIOMETRIC ENTRY: PRENATAL CARE). "Gentlemen of the board," Julian’s voice boomed through the state-of-the-art sound system, echoing coldly off the mahogany walls. "The broadcast my fugitive sister-in-law launched at the gala was an external distraction designed to draw my security detail away from this manor. Because while I was protecting our corporate assets in the city... an internal threat was actively, chemically attempting to assassinate the sole heir to the Vance Group throne."

“Besides, I have a bad reputation with the elders in Liannon. If you were going to expose me to the elders, it could backfire to you as the master of forbidden rune weapon.” Jeremiah sighed, he didn’t like to prolong his plan, but he also could not deny the truth in the book’s argument. “You were right- its better if we could catch the culprit and hand it over to the court. After that, we could force it to testify against Jayden.” “Finally, a wise choice.” Armadale agreed. “Green-garden is located on the western side of Liannon. We can get there by renting a carriage.” “And we probably need some gold as well…” Armadale added.

Conner hisses at me. He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Seymore reels back and punches him square in the face. Conner doesn’t know what hit him as he staggers back, blood dripping from his nose. It looks like he’s going to charge Seymore in retaliation just as another man steps into the alley. “Is there a problem here?” the larger-than-life newcomer asks. “Who the hell are you?” Conner yells, his voice cracking in anger. “Marcus Greene, MI-6,” the man replies, flashing what I assume is a badge.

His presence filled the chamber before he even spoke, golden eyes sharp, his wolf prowling restless beneath his skin. He had summoned them, commanded them, as High Alpha to speak of war. The ambush on Greenwood’s borders by Silver Fang could not go unanswered. Crystal sat at his right hand. She felt every eye on her the moment she entered the room. Some gazes were steadily measuring her. Others filled with suspicion, mistrust, even fear. She straightened her spine and met their stares one by one. She would not shrink, no matter how they saw her. At Ryder’s left, Thorne of Greenwood leaned back in his chair. His eyes scanned the room with calm authority. Further along, Alpha Williams of Moonl

"I-it's Mr. Walker's. I-I thought you couldn't have children… I just wanted someone to rely on…" "You b*tch!" Keith slammed his fist into the wall. The bones in his hand cracked instantly, blood dripping down his knuckles. He threw Caroline to the ground like she was nothing but trash, then called the police. Fraud! Extortion! He was going to make her return everything she had taken with interest. When he got home, he told his mother everything. She froze for a few seconds before her face twisted. "No… No… My grandson… My grandson…" she muttered to herself.

The tenth pair entered last. “I’m Noah,” the man said. Mid-twenties, mixed heritage—warm brown skin, sharp jaw, calm eyes. “This is Selene.” Selene was the one who shifted the air. Tall, olive-skinned, long dark hair that fell past her shoulders, a body that moved like she knew exactly how to be looked at. Her smile was slow and deliberate—seductive without trying too hard. When she spoke, her voice was low and smooth. “We’ve done private arrangements before,” she said. “We like being watched by people who know what they want.”

“Look at me.” I did. And suddenly, the crowd melted away. Lady Sinclair was waiting near the grand staircase, her face a mask of elegance and control. But I caught it—the flicker of disbelief, the flash of fury—when she saw me on Vincent’s arm. And she wasn’t the only one. Across the room, Chairman Gregory Westin, Lisa’s father and head of the powerful Westin Group, froze mid-conversation. His expression hardened instantly, a storm gathering in his sharp eyes. Lisa, at his side in a crimson gown, paled before her face contorted into rage.