Novelas y relatos de Weston Parker

he stated. “Look?" I questioned, carrying a plate of meat to the back porch. “Yes. They only look clean. Not even the IRS would think to audit this guy. But they are a bunch of stupid pencil pushers. Whereas I am a brilliant mad genius werewolf,” he said. I could hear him holding back an evil cackle when he called himself a made genius.

“I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.” I watched Cornelius and Felix taking everything in. “So who is this man that is after you and why?” Cornelius asked. I nodded and continued my story. “I found out that the man that is after me is Joseph King. Apparently, he is a very big gangster i

Darryl knew that Weston would never let him go even if he agreed to his terms. "Well, well, well!" Weston was infuriated. He sneered incessantly. "Darryl, you think you're tough? You aren't afraid of death? Alright! Then I shall play with your godsister!" Then, Weston sheathed his longsword, turned around, and walked toward Sara. He said with a shameless grin, "It's a shame to kill such a sexy beauty, so let me have her first!" "Go away, go away!" Sara was embarrassed that Weston continued to stare at her, so she shouted her disapproval.

Despite them not really knowing about us being wolves, the fact that she had a lover over her husband was enough to have others putting a question mark. “If it isn’t our famous Pakhan and his beloved maiden” Andreas Garcia, one of the Mexican partners we had. The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them.

“You trust this guy? Well don’t Cali he’s Charles son,” I shake my head. “I don’t. But he won’t hurt me, just give me a minute,” I grab Weston’s hand and led him a few feet away and turn to face him. He was dressed in gray trousers and a white button down shirt that was to tight and showed his toned stomach. Lucky bastard. His solid black hair was short at the sides and slicked back on the top. His Carmel colored eyes were soft yet something dangerous leaked in the mix. “What do you want, Weston?”

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

He leaned against a tree, watching the scene from behind big black aviator type sunglasses. No blood. “Who’s that?” I asked. “Who, MTV?” said Franklin. When I nodded, he got out his interview book and flipped through a few pages. “James West. Nineteen years old. 113 Elm. That’s a couple of blocks away. He was part of the crowd that started to show up so we took a statement.” “Did he say why he was over here this time of morning?” “Taking a walk and saw the lights. Said he was taking one last night, too.”

After breakfast I change into my white transparent tiny bikini the bottoms are a thong my mother bought this for me when I was sixteen I have never worn it until today Mr Parker has a couple of his Friends over playing porker in the pool house which is facing the loungers in the pool I wear a bikini cover over it with flip flops walking next door. I already texted Kaylee, Carson and his friend will be there with one other friend of ours Julie. When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker.

“His name is Theodore, he says that he is a messenger…” “Mariana is the one who put these numbers,” I said, and both men frowned in confusion. If anyone knew who Theodore worked for, it was me. The man has helped her with finding the right woman to abort her pregnancies without my father finding out. And IF the pack’s doctor had her position now, it was because he wanted her to have it. Of course, it came in the benefit of the one person that he was loyal to, and that was Mariana. “Theodore is one of her most trusted men.”

Zach says, biting into his charred hot dog, “how’s it been, taking over as Alpha? I always figured it must be a ton of work.” “It’s fine,” Weston says, but he doesn’t seem very interested in chatting with us. Although he said he wanted to head off for some guy talk, he appears distracted, glancing off into the woods like he’s waiting for someone to arrive. He resists our attempts to engage him in conversation. I’m about to grab Zach, tell him something seems off, and go back to check on our mates at the campsite, when I smell something on the air. Another wolf shifter.