Trapped With Mr Walker Novels & Stories

I had put my passport in my bag, so why was it missing? I walked to the door, determined to find out what was going on. But to my surprise, two guards were standing outside my room. "Are you heading somewhere, boss?" one of them asked, their eyes fixed on me. I felt a surge of anger and frustration. "Why are you here?" I demanded. The guard hesitated before answering. "Your husband has asked us to guard you. Under no circumstance are we to allow you to leave. That was the instruction," he replied, his voice firm but polite. I knew right away that it was Cade who had taken my passport.

Wanda said before she actually left. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you very much!" The door closed. Nisa heard and turned around when it sounded like the door was automatically locked. Nisa tried to open it, but couldn't. "I see, it's really on automatic lock," Nisa panicked a little and felt that something was wrong with the room. Then she turned around and Bug! As Nisa turned around she bumped into someone's body, Nisa pulled back her face and looked at the person she had bumped into.

"Okay, okay, my beast is leaving! If you need to reach the lower trading post later, just send a runner. I will carry your packs down and back, deal?" "Out!" "I'm gone!" The oak door slammed shut, and Jessa, letting out a ragged sob, immediately grabbed her communication stone to call me. The stone pulsed with blue light before connecting, and before I could even speak, Jessa poured her raw panic into the line. "Mars! Tyler Walker... he trapped me in my quarters... he tried to force his heat on me! How can the Walker family be so vile!" There was a long, heavy silence on the other end of the stone, followed not by my voice, but by a deep, terrifying baritone. "This is Alpha Grant. Mars is co

I can't sleep now since something is bothering in my head. My lips smiled widened when I saw a stick at the floor, maybe that clown head forget it. I reached the stick and use it to stand and also for me to walk. I opened the door and walk wherever my feet brought me. The mansions never failed me to amazed! It's really so beautiful.

Walker weak point for my own advantage. " What’s going on here? " Out of nowhere Mr. Walker show up behind the door and walked towards us with his face get tense up. I gasped. Am I get caught for crashed into his room without permission? The whole time Greta has told him everything happen here while I’m standing like a five-year-old girl getting caught red handed.

Her breasts lay exposed as spit ran down her face. “Out,” I said. She obeyed without a sound. She covered her bare chest and scuttled to the doorway, eyes on the floor. When she was out of the room, I turned to my lieuutenant. “Why the pause?” I asked him, voice level but cold. He swallowed. “There’s a complication. Tristan Walker—Shadow—he’s in the house with her.” I leaned back on my seat and laughed. "Tristan motherfucking Walker. I never thought I would hear of that bastard''

And with that, I pushed the door open and slipped into the darkness. And somewhere, inside that hellhole of a warehouse, I knew Marissa was waiting for me. And God help whoever tried to stop me from getting to her. The warehouse looked like a giant, rotting beast. Rust covered its metal sides. Many windows were smashed. A chain hung loose on the big main door. Walker stopped at a smaller side door. It looked flimsy. "Locked?" I asked. He shook his head. "Just stuck." He slammed his shoulder hard against it, and the wood around the lock splintered. The door groaned open.

Walker took a sip of coffee from his thermos and sighed. “I’m a dead man, Evans...” Evans rolled his eyes, “Stop with the dramatics. We’re going to be OK. What do you see?” Walker thought about it and decided he had no choice but to tell them. It was for the best—maybe they could help. “We’re at the ball and we’re doing the thing and then I die...that’s it..I’m dead.” Metgar moved closer, “Details, Walker...” Walker jumped off the tailgate of the truck and threw his hands up in the air.

"I believe Mars is a man of his word, and that’s the only opinion I care about." "Grant!" "I won't mate with Brooke. No matter how many times you try to trap me into it." "Then you don't have a mother!" She snarled and the line went dead. "I stared at the phone, my jaw tight. I knew this meant she’d be in a clinic by morning, and the pack elders would be at my throat. But I couldn't lie to her anymore." "Just then, a doctor came stumbling out of the back room with a folder. 'We have it, Mr. Walker! We found the records!'"

“What’s this? Couldn’t keep your lies straight, so you called someone in to save you? Then you’ll lie in a hospital bed for a few days and fake a miraculous recovery. Is that the script you’re going with?” Mike’s face went red with fury. He shot to his feet and punched Derrick. Derrick reeled, ready to swing back, but the two rescue workers grabbed his arms and held him tight. “Director Nelson, you don’t deserve to call yourself a husband! We’re saving her, no matter what. Now, get out!” Derrick stumbled back, fuming. “Fine! I’ll go report you all for wasting time here instead of rescuing others!” The moment he was gone, tears streamed down Mike’s face. “Gwen, how am I supposed to get you ou