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.

“Enjoy yourself, Jack. I wouldn’t leave you with someone who I thought might hurt you anymore than I would hurt you myself. And I hope you’re at least learning that I would never hurt you. Understand?” Sebastian Green climbed slowly from his 2013 charcoal grey Chevy Silverado and walked down the many rows, careful to leave them undisturbed. He walked almost blind, watching his feet, not wanting to glimpse the mounting emotion of all those left behind. He turned right onto the correct row and stopped at the last tombstone on the left. DANIEL PARKER GREEN JULY 2000-JULY 2008 LOVING SON MISSED AND LOVED BY ALL AROUND HIM

West POV As we entered the lair, the Moonlight pack members rose to their feet, their faces a testament to the respect they held for us. Beta Sage, Elder Lucius, and Liam were already seated, their eyes fixed on us with interest. Alpha Lucan, a towering figure with a firm handshake, stepped forward. "Alpha West, it's great to see you again," he said, his voice booming through the room.

The man on the wall went by the name Josiah Greenwood. He looked benign, cherubic even, with his blue eyes, innocent smile, chubby cheeks and a head of full salt and pepper hair. People saw him as an obscenely wealthy businessman whose philanthropy went unrivaled in the city of Ranem. Almost all the charities in the city received healthy donations from him, and he even went out of his way to help Ganghaven residents. Ash saw him for what he really was, a ruthless and conscienceless bastard who had his finger in many illicit pies, ranging from narcotics production, blackmail and extortion to prostitution, illegal arms sales and money laundry. His base of operations was in Ganghaven, but he ov

As far as he knew, only his senior apprentices and Nala were aware of this fact. "If I reveal your identity to the Greene family... Well, let's just say they despise illegitimate children like you. The Greene family of Yatford is extremely powerful, and dealing with you would be child's play for them," Aimee threatened. "So think carefully. Would you rather leave quietly and continue your pleasant life, or face the crushing power of the Greene family?" Felix hung up without responding, completely unfazed by the matter. He recalled that Nala had tried using this secret against him before, but did they actually think he cared?

​The Shadow of the Syndicate ​They began to move through the narrow alleys, heading toward a cluster of derelict warehouses near the old canal. This was "Rogue Territory," a part of the Gutter where even the Syndicate’s peacekeepers didn't like to go unless they were in an armored convoy. The walls were covered in graffiti, half-finished prayers to the Alphas of old and warnings to those who served the High-Rise. ​"Leo, we’re being watched," Elena said softly, her hand tightening on her blade. Her eyes scanned the fire escapes three stories up.

“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."

Seizing the opportunity I kicked the door with all the strength I could muster, assuring Leonard's suspicion. “Who's in the car?” Leonard continued, demanding an immediate answer from west. Feeling pressured by constant scrutiny, West began confessing. “We found a girl out by the crossroads on our way back from closing the deal with the Fangs, we forced her back with us in hopes of having a little fun tonight to celebrate. But we haven't touched her yet, so if you'd like to have her warm your bed tonight, the boys and I could always find someone else to keep us company while she serves you”. The room momentarily fell silent as west stepped away from the car and Leonard advanced forward, jus