Tj Watkins Novels & Stories

Jersey #7 Troy Adams, 22 — Tall, quick, and everywhere at once. Troy was the tallest one in the group. He was a talent directly recruited by Carlos’ agency. Jersey #16 Ben Parker, 26 — The Floor General, leading with every move. Coach Duke Barkley personally recommended Ben. He used to play for the Phoenix Thunderhawks but was forced to take a backseat when his father became terminally ill. A year had passed since his father’s death, and Coach Duke convinced him it was time to chase his dreams. Jersey #66 Mateo Dobrev, 21 — Humble heart, ruthless hustle.

Zariah whispers. She points to another. "Imani Lee. Independence Pack. Won't talk to anyone, although not mute." She girl stands with her hands by her front, as she watches the area with dark eyes. So dark in fact, that when her gaze sweeps our way, I have to drop my own to the floor. Independence Pack members don't leave their Pack often, managing to preserve their natural beauty. How she manages to keep her stark white hair that straight, I have no idea. "Chasity Pearson," Zariah murmurs, my gaze following her finger. "Purity Pack. Total nutjob. Thinks the Goddess lives within her, and rumour has it, is only here to convert the Alpha to her religion."

After Paul hangs up, the brimming need to sneak a look at my laptop’s screen wraps around my neck like a noose, and I find myself looking at the picture again. Jaxon Wolfgang is standing there in his Dallas Titans uniform. His jersey number is twelve, and the word TITANS is stretched across his massive chest. At thirty-nine, he looks every inch the legendary NFL quarterback the media claims him to be. His dark hair is slicked back from his rugged features, and his intense blue-grey eyes are fixed on the camera with that same authoritative focus he uses to dominate the field. “Mommy!” I’m cut off from my thoughts by the tiny shrieking voice from across the patio calling me.

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

she inquired tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. Donovan's gaze shifted to the girl, his expression remaining impassive. "I am Donovan Garrett," he replied simply. "President of the Student Union Government, Wilberforce Island University. And Boma is my wife." The serving personnel exchanged puzzled glances, sure of the significance of the title. But they had always assumed Boma's husband, if she had one, would be someone unassuming, like her. As far as they were concerned, she wasn't important. She was there partaking in the punishments just like everyone else. It would be safe to even assume she might be among the poorest staff, the way she acted like her whole life depended on

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

He didn’t say a word either, and that only meant that he was well aware that I wanted nothing to do with speaking to him. The waiter brought me a glass of cocktail juice and a glass of scotch for him. “This is a virgin cocktail, ma’am.” I nodded and watched as the man walked away before pushing the drink away from me. Dean sighed, catching my attention. “I take it that it would take a lot more from me to get you to speak to me…”

TJ became a good friendly replacement for Dwayne, who cut himself off from us a bit. Dwayne was a bit more supportive of Debby and didn't want to hurt her further by doing anything to TJ. I really understood that and TJ understood it too. But TJ was always available for funny messages and short calls and really enriched my life.