Unordinary Arlo Novels & Stories

Arlo spat hoarsely. I slammed my office door and kicked my desk. I screwed it up masterfully. It looked like I could just add another name to the long list of enemies. However, I was more worried about something else. Alpha Arlo was a vengeful prick. He wasn't strong enough to hurt me, but what if he decided to do something that would manipulate Red's trial? I might have just put her in grave danger...

No search results came out Re-wording it, still nothing that matched what I needed. Deciding to just search up on Arlo,. A few results appeared, but most of them were sanitised, public summaries, archived press releases, pages carefully stripped of anything that felt like truth. Then I found something different. An archived article. Poor quality scan. Faded text. The kind of page that had been left behind because no one expected anyone to go looking for it. The page loaded immediately after I clicked it. A headline formed first, then an image beneath it. A photograph. The same face from Arlo’s office.

Torturing even the worst person can weigh on your mind if you're good on the inside. "We know this next pack bought pups from Brock at Silver Moon, but we don't know why or what they did to them. So Teegan and I will get off first with a couple of guards to speak with the alpha and luna." Joel tells us as we drive down the long driveway. I have a lot of respect for all of them for caring enough to do this. It's not easy when you have packs like the last one, which is the worst of the worst. It's almost like you have to be ruthless like they are, and that's not a good feeling.

(Arlo) When I woke up I screamed so loud because of how frightened I was. When I calmed down though I started throwing pillows at my intruders. " you assholes! Now you show up?" I asked and they looked down as guilt was evident on their faces and I wondered why they were so guilty.

"I didn't know what else to do." Arlo stood up slowly. He didn't look at me at first, he looked at the carnage. His expression was unreadable, a mask of Alpha stoicism, but there was a tension in his jaw that suggested a simmering rage. "Who did this?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I don't know," I replied quickly. "I just stumbled upon her. I felt like I was being watched, and then I saw her. I think... I think something was hunting her."

“Desk is obsidian-core with carbon-steel struts. We’ll hear the screws beg for mercy before it snaps. Director’s thorough.” Jonas threw him a sideways look. “That’s your comfort statement?” “Alternative is popcorn. Figured you were cutting carbs.” Jonas opened his mouth, shut it. A muffled thud leaked through the double doors—soft, rhythmic, offending every HR policy in fifty kilometers. Jonas winced. “That her glasses?” “Paperweight,” Arlo replied, tilting his head toward the mirrored sconce that gave distorted glimpses of movement inside. “Reflection says lenses are still fogging.”

"That would take too long, maybe it's new. Something that has never taken place before" Arlo enters on a skateboard. He is wearing one of those nametag stickers. You know the ones that have 'Hello my name is' on them. Naturally, the 'O' of his name is a winky face. I stopped questioning his behaviour a long time ago and just accepted it. Alarich seems to have given up also as he just shakes his head.

He pulled out his phone, and took a quick picture before she could even pose. "What was that for?" Nora said Arlo turned the device around, showing her the screen. He had already set the photo as his new lock screen. "I want to look at you every time I open my phone." Nora’s heart did a sudden flip. She offered a shy smile, looping her arm through his as he guided her down to the lobby. The moment they reached their destination and Arlo stepped out of the car, a wall of blinding white light exploded on him. The rapid, deafening clacking of camera shutters rattled through the air, accompanied by a barrage of shouting voices.

We searched the archive for the coordinates. Nothing. Then Arlo noticed something written beside the destination code. A company name. It wasn't familiar to either of us. “Have you heard of this company?” I shook my head. “No.” He searched through another file. Nothing. Another. Still nothing. The company didn't appear in the normal Alfie records. It wasn't listed among the Ashworth holdings either. That made it worse. “Shell company,” I whispered. “Probably.” “Owned by who?” “We need to find out.”

Arlo urgently requested as he briskly entered the monitor room. "Yes, sir!" the staff member stationed at the door promptly responded, scurrying around the room to retrieve the requested footage. The atmosphere in the room was a mix of focused diligence and a sense of urgency. Arlo took a seat on the side, his demeanor a combination of patience and impatience, as he awaited the staff's efforts to retrieve the footage. Amidst the bustling activity, a sudden gasp from a female staff member caught his attention. His interest piqued further when a male staff member swiftly smacked her back, indicating that something was amiss.