Sir Galleth Cooper Novels & Stories

"Thinking of picking a fight with me again? Have you forgotten the lesson from last time?" With that, she didn't even look at Giselle as she walked past her with her head held high. "You bitch, stop right there!" Giselle yelled after her, no longer resembling an heiress but more like a shrew. "Enough." Cooper's thunderous voice silenced Giselle. She looked at Cooper in horror—he had a strange smile that sent shivers down her spine. "What are you laughing at?" Giselle asked, puzzled. "I'm laughing at myself for being stupid and blind in the past." Cooper wiped the humble smile off his face, sneering. "Giselle, if I had known what kind of person you were, I wouldn't have liked you no matter wh

“I am not ready to expose my identity to them, I still have a lot of mission to fulfill” “Okay, then. I will be at your service whenever you need me!” Mr Cooper stood up, addressing his fitted Suit. “I'll be on my way now” he added, grabbing his suitcase. As he walked out, I smiled at him. That smile on my face was a mix of Sadness and Vengeance. Lysander is planning to celebrate his celebration with my company not knowing that I am the owner of this company. I think he has benefited enough from WASTON Group!

Going by this logic, Cerys and Cooper must be involved with each other. Otherwise, there was no reason Cooper would bother to help Cerys at all. How else could Cerys manage to access her drafts?

She said and stood beside me. As I looked at the guy, he turned to us and spoke something and I realised he had an earpiece inside his left ear, "Yes Boss," he replied and opened the passenger door, "Hello Miss. Ellis, Miss. Smith, My name is Coop Long, You may call me Coop," he smiled at us.

“No. He stays there.” Javier and Zed exchanged glances, then Zed gave an understanding look. “Yes, Cooper is like Caspian’s brother. My words can’t even describe the closeness of the two of them. When Cooper died, it was indirectly because of Caspian.” “What is Cooper doing in Auckland?” Elora asked coldly. Zed looked up, his expression surprised. “Ah—that….” Then Zed stopped. His gaze was uncertain, but one thing was certain, he didn’t dare to look at Elora directly.

Gerald was curious and asked, "What is it?" "I overheard Ganya on the phone with Ivory. She mentioned planning a surprise party at dad's villa with Galia. What could that mean?" Cooper posed the question to Gerald. Gerald felt a surge of life returning to his body, which had felt dead for years. "Are you serious? Can I get her number?" Just as Gerald's intercom started ringing, Cooper heard it and said, "That must be your hacker. Call me when you're done, or we can meet up later and talk some more. I'll keep monitoring Ganya to gather more information," Cooper said before hanging up.

A sunny tropical island. Whitfield smiles again, smugly. “As a matter of fact,” he says, and the woman in grey repeats it, “I believe I can help you there. You see… I have no homeless beggars. I do have have Mr Cooper. Right here. Smile for the camera, Mr Cooper.”

Not a promise made in anger but a promise made in architecture, steel and stone and the absolute certainty of a man who builds things that don't fall down. In an unknown location, a study lined with dark wood and old money, an older man with silver hair sits in a leather chair reading a newspaper. The article about the gallery authentication event. The photograph of Sean Cooper escorting a woman in an emerald dress, his hand on the small of her back. The man studies the photograph, studies the woman's face, and studies the caption beneath it. Then he picks up the phone on the side table and dials a number from memory. "The Cooper boy is getting too close," he says. His voice is calm and meas

But with his hand wrapped tightly around the emergency button, she had no choice but to play along, praying with everything in her that Esther or her colleague would drop in to check on her. "Don't you regret it?" Cooper asked again, watching her over the brim of his glass. "What?" "Leaving me, of course," he replied, revealing his dead eyes when he lowered the glass. Why didn't I see it before? Holly wondered. The eyes were always a big giveaway. And Cooper's were so cold, so lifeless, it was almost as if he had no soul. He doesn't, Holly reminded herself, thinking about everything Russel and Naomi had told her about Cooper's victims.

He looked like a government agent but I had no reason to run from the government, except the fact that I did not have any means of identification on me, considering how unplanned my escape was. "Mr...?" He asked as soon as I sat in the chair right next to him. My wolf felt uncomfortable instantly. His presence disturbed Axle greatly and I knew better than to disregard my wolf's keen senses. "Xavier!" My reply came after a little hesitation. He took off the shades to reveal thick, green eyes. I understood why he wore his shades now. His eyes were not real, they were contacts hiding an uncomfortable fact- he was blind. He stretched out his hand to me, to the exact spot at the exact distance he