Walter Collins Novels & Stories

It’s romantic, just like our picnic atop the mountain. At this point, I could smell my way to him. Alpha Wyatt has always smelled strongly of his cologne. I continue to follow the path until I come to a pedestal with a bouquet of flowers. There’s a note in the bouquet, it says, “Beautiful flowers for my beautiful little wolf.”

A few moments later, Karl’s assistant approached and whispered in his ear, “Chairman, Mr. Walker’s car has arrived.” The joy on Karl’s face was impossible to hide. Raising his glass to his old friend, he grinned. “There’s a special guest tonight—I’ll go check it out first, and then we’ll continue our chat later.” Albert Collen, a few years older than Karl, was thin but full of vitality. Despite being nearly sixty, he looked no older than fifty. His sharp, gleaming eyes seemed to see through people, yet he often pretended to be oblivious. Having already pieced together some of the evening’s underlying motives, he feigned ignorance and teased, “For you to personally greet someone, they must be

Instead of letting those questions bother me; I took in a deep breath and waited fearlessly for the door to be pushed open. I wasn’t alone. I had my wolves. I had Dalton’s parents with me. I could feel their spirits watching over me. The door knob twisted and then, the door was pushed open and a person walked inside. He was an associate of the Moon Howlers. He smelled like them. Was he a warlock too? It was someone oddly familiar though. I felt like I knew him. I could recognize this person but where did I see him? Do I know him? I hadn’t realized that I’d been staring at him and trying hard to remember where I’d seen him until someone cleared their throat to gain my attention. It was him.

" Walter knew exactly how to butter someone up, especially the older folks. Cole had taken up sketching as his golden years' hobby. Walter's compliments had Cole grinning widely, noticeably lifting his spirits. He had been worried about Evangeline being underappreciated in the Gordon family, but it looked like her husband, despite his silver-spoon upbringing, was attentive after all. Evangeline rolled her eyes at Walter. Since when did he become an art connoisseur? With his knack for sweet talk, he might as well have been a clown.

asked him if we would die and he said no, that as long as we stuck by him all our wildest dreams would come true.” She lowered her head and shook it. The sorrow deepened and I felt a pang of sadness for her. She threw her whole life away for a chance to be with a guy she knew she could never have. I quickly recovered my thoughts and cleared my throat, “So what happened to Kollins after that? And why were you set free?” Maxine looked like she wanted to vomit and her eyes screwed shut, “She stayed with him for a short time and I would give him info. This went on for a week. Until Kollins wanted to leave and go to Dalton. Argent told her that she couldn’t do that and she lost it. She escaped h

“I hope it’s not a trap.” “And if it is, are you scared?” I tease him. “Me? Scared? Haa, I can laugh in the face of death.” He bursts out. We don’t need weapons to fight, we have our strength, which is more than enough. We go into the building, and within a few minutes, Oliver uses his sensitive nose to get Alpha Tate’s scent, and we find him. He looks so pale and white. His hands are connected to drips, he’s chained up and hanged lifeless on it.

Adams muttered, sticking out his tongue at him. "I'm the type that doesn't reveal people's secrets whenever there's an argument between the person and I"Mr Walter uttered, using a white towel to wipe the blood strains on his hand. "Acting nice in front of the press... Wow that's awesome."Mr Adams chucked. "You think I don't know anything about you. Come on man. I watched, I observed before attacking okay!"Collins uttered,, he was about to take a turn around when Mr Adams pulled him back, trying his total best to provoke the dead beast in him.

Collins Walters brightened with a smile on his face as his younger business colleague walked into the lengthy conference room. "It's so good to see you, young Stanley and why hasn't your father thrown a banquet concerning your fill recovery?" Jayden looked his way, not swayed by the smile on the two-face man who hadn't changed from last they had met. Tall and grey headed with a particular natural expression which always had people thinking he was always up to something fishy. A human definition of workaholism who shared similar attributes with his own father in terms of prosperity, fame and business. To put it simple, Collins also turned out to be the father of two siblings he disliked equa

Not Colette’s name. Elias Whitfield’s.

"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it." Happiness pulsed through her. "Really? You would do that for me?" "Yes." He nodded. "Consider it a compensation." "Compensation?" She asked, surprised. "I agreed to Mr. Dalton's terms without carrying out my own investigation first. This is my way of apologizing for the inconvenience I have caused you." Elena froze, unable to process what she had just heard. She hadn't thought him capable of apologizing for anything. He stood. "Rest assured that by the end of the week there will be a lead on your sister. I'm retiring to my room now. Have a good night, Mrs. Dalton." He walked away.