Spamton Addison Novels & Stories

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Dawn had two pinned chats, making them our priority. The first pinned chat was with someone named “Raven.” We skimmed through it quickly, but nothing caught our immediate attention. The real shock came when he tapped on the second pinned chat. “Alvin,” I whispered in disbelief. “The Beta of our pack?” He looked just as stunned as I felt. “Why would she be in contact with him like this? They’re not even close.” We scrolled down, scanning the messages. At first, the conversation seemed ordinary—pack-related discussions and routine matters. But then, buried deeper, the tone shifted.

The second then decided to enjoy the roast beef. "It was almost raw," Megan said looking at the roast beef of Herol's plate. Herol just chuckles. "Yes, but it tastes good. This level of maturity is Lord Eden's favorite as well." Megan spelled, pausing for a moment. "We always ate whole cooked meat every meal together," she said, who remembers eating with Eden. "Then Lord Eden is willing to sacrifice his passion, so you can eat comfortably." Herol's words no doubt make Megan feel a little moved and certainly happy. Didn't expect that Eden could sacrifice the Alpha's habits regarding his food.

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."

Cain scoffs and Gene glares at him, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears. "You may not have liked your father, but I knew him my entire life. You have no idea who he was or what he did, he was the best man I have ever known and he did not deserve the life he was handed. He should have had your mother by his side, he loved her…" Gene stops and clears his throat before continuing. "I would like to officially give notice of my wish to retire, now Abaddon is gone, I would like to spend the rest of my life quietly with my mate. I am happy to help train the next Beta when you choose them, but I request that you do so quickly, I only stayed on this long because Abaddon was my best friend."

Spade was the first to get out of the bathroom, Nate came out a few minutes after him, he was stopping himself so badly from sniffing himself, unlike the first time he had come here, he actually used Spade's bathroom product and now he officially smelt like Spade, everything, from his manly hair shampoo, his soap and even the new unopened bottle of cologne that Nate had used on himself Everything about him smelt like Spade, down to the clothes he was wearing, it was an oversized black Adidas sweatshirt, and a black sweatpants, that he had to fold over two times at the waist to get it to stop going down.

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

"Mr. Hampton's a football coach and his wife is an actress. Money plus money equals?" "A fucking villa and the paps on your front door!" Addison screamed. "They gave three villas actually. This is one of the smallest," David told us. "Come on, we're already late. Let's not waste any more time."