The Latecomer Novels & Stories

The heiresses' eyes were wide with disbelief, and their minds ground to a halt. If Cain was playing lackey to the stranger, they couldn't imagine the level the newcomer was on. Graham gulped nervously as his arrogance died down. For some reason, something inside him screamed in terror the moment Cain and his students stepped back and bowed their heads. A lone figure slowly approached from the other end of the line. The four were surprised that only one man showed up. 'That's the guy Cain is playing lackey to?'

Blair realized she had something wrong and awkwardly touched her nose, “Just kidding.” I smiled and didn't answer. Work went smoothly. I started at 9 a.m. and left at 5 p.m. every day. Occasionally, I grabbed takeout with my colleagues because of work overtime. I lived quite well on it. That day, Blair and I worked until eight o’clock. Before leaving, she asked, “Want to grab a late-night snack? There’s a great barbecue downstairs.” “Okay.” When the elevator doors opened, I froze at the first sight of Liam. He was wearing a dark-gray coat and holding a folder in his hand. When he saw me, his eyes lit up for a split second.

I asked, my voice smooth and chillingly quiet. Leon blinked, a sudden flash of cold terror breaking through his exhausted face. "What?" "Your ideas are completely outdated, Mr. Halefield," I told him, letting out a soft, dismissive sigh as I casually flipped one of his glossy presentation pages over with a single finger. "You are still thinking like a legacy businessman from the last decade. Influencer rollouts, traditional high-end retailers, aggressive distribution—it’s stale. It smells like old money trying desperately to stay relevant in a market that has already moved on. My company is a top global bestseller because we don't rely on the desperate, loud tactics of failing American brand

When the fire trapped me, my Alpha mate, Graeme Blackwood, was throwing a birthday party for my little sister, Ayana. I was locked in the basement, trembling so violently my bones clattered against each other. When the flames first caught, I called him. Begged him. His voice was ice. "Evelyn, stop the act. It's Ayana's birthday. I'm not letting you out just so you can ruin it. Let her have her night. Once she's happy, I'll let you out." I tried to explain. With the last shred of strength I had, I called him again. He hung up on me. So I just watched. Watched the flames swallow everything.

With her coffee beans in hand, Adrienne headed towards the office, eager to start her day. Working as the secretary of Pedro Lassiter, the billionaire bachelor, meant adhering to one crucial rule—never be late. Pedro had a strong aversion to tardiness, and Adrienne had witnessed numerous employees lose their jobs for being even a few minutes behind schedule. It was a lesson she had learned well, and she knew it was better to be absent than to risk being late.

Zhang the Exploiter was lashing out at Shen Zhiwei, because she was 30 minutes late for work. He was about to deduct half a day's pay from her salary when he received a phone call. No one knew what the person on the other end said, but the look on Zhang's face changed abruptly, and he turned to Shen Zhiwei with an enigmatic smile. After hanging up, he moved closer with a grin while awkwardly rubbing his hands together. "Xiao Shen, the thing is, one of our business partners has arrived at B City without telling us beforehand. Those above have decided you should entertain our business partner this evening."

I stared at the front doors one last time; waiting, hoping and praying but the doors remained closed and my home was gone. I turned away, I was halfway across the square when I heard footsteps approaching. I didn't need to look up before I knew who it was. Remus always walked steady, purposeful. He never rushed. He stopped beside me and for several seconds, neither of us spoke. Then he said, “I came to talk to you." A bitter laugh escaped me, "About what?" His jaw tightened. “The human territory." I frowned. “What about it?" "I have a house there."

I would have reached an untouchable status and that would have made me feel more isolated than I already am. I’m eyeing everyone in this tight-packed house, the lights dimmed low and too many people stuffed inside. I don’t even know who this house belongs to, or why they are even organizing this party. All I do know is that I had heard whisperings of a party being organized on account of some birthday or something as stupid as their parents being out of the pack. I had never been to these parties before being a self-certified loner, but now I wanted to be here because I had read that these parties were also a hot spot if you wanted to casually hook up with someone.

4. I Don't Like Her {Warren's Pov} The pounding in my head was relentless, making it hard to stay upright as I made my way into the office. I had no idea why I’d drunk so much the night before. All I’d wanted was to honor my cousin’s invitation for once after turning her down so many times. But instead, I’d found myself bored, lonely, and aching for a connection that wasn’t there, a painful reminder that I still hadn’t found my mate.

"I don't like chicken at all. You must've remembered wrongly." He lowered his eyes, looking like a hurt puppy. Then, he turned to Calvin and tried to ingratiate himself with him. "Do you remember me, Calvin? I'm your cousin Tyler. I bought you a motorcycle model. See whether you like it." Someone brought over a miniature motorcycle as soon as the words were out of his mouth. It was finely crafted and clearly of high quality. It was too bad the memory of his hysteria the other day was already etched into Calvin's mind. Calvin pouted and ignored him. Then, he turned to me and said, "Mommy, I don't want to be cousins with a bad guy."