Young Paul Walker Novels & Stories

*** Ronald walked into the meeting room where he was expecting the youngsters to be seated and waiting for him but he found the room empty. He walked inside, confused. Perhaps he had made a mistake and entered the wrong room, he thought. As he turned towards the door, he found his grandson already at the half open door, walking inside. "What is the meaning of this?" He demanded. "They are all gone, Grandpa." "What do you mean by that?" "I'm the leader of this unit, Grandpa. I made a call. I told them the meeting was cancelled because you had an urgent call to attend to in the city."

The time is not right. The warrior takes a break from my back as Alphonse steps in front of the bastard next to me. He’s got an attitude and he’s bleeding from his head. I recognize him as Paul, I didn’t see him often, but he was assigned to clean up. He came in after events from dinner to parties and got rid of the mess.

I mumbled to myself as I slowly pushed his door open. Julius looked as though he’d just finished putting on his shorts and was about to look for a t-shirt when I walked in. He didn’t look up at me, completely unfazed by my presence despite his half-naked appearance. I took the opportunity to take a good look, noticing the small flecks of scars littering his body, marring his otherwise smooth sun-kissed skin. “You’ve fought in battle?” I found myself asking. “I’m Alpha to one of the largest packs, that’s a given.” He responded as he put on a shirt, raising his eyebrow at me as if to say I’d just asked a stupid question.

Mick had been watching Donald and him talking, but he didn't say anything. His silence made Carl satisfied but also curious. Mick was always a calm boy. Carl was curious about what Mick would say for him to let Donald off the hook. Mick noticed Carl's judging gaze and slowly walked to him. He stared at Carl calmly. "Mr. Walker, I've already ordered to let the masters of those men go. There are no casualties now. As for my dad, he's truly thought things through and come to his senses. If you're not going to kill him, please just let him go."

Twat bag two says. "If the boss doesn't get his hands on her before that pup is born then he is going to end us!" Twat bag one growls "What are you ladies gossiping about in here?" Warrior Johnathan walks into the room and I can't help the shiver that runs down my spine. Something feels off. "We were just talking about how we're going to get this bitch out of here without those pricks realizing." Twat bag one says causing my whole body to run cold. Warrior Jonathan is in on whatever it is that their up to, But why? He came across as a good guy and incredibly loyal to this pack but this... what he's doing now... it just doesn't make sense.

“Mr. Walker is going to fight. It’s going to be hard for Zayn to escape this time!” “Hmph, Zayn assumes that he is undefeatable just because he took some drugs that made him a perfect-class master fighter. He’s got no right being arrogant here in Yando City!” “Mr. Walker is the renowned perfect-class master fighter in Yando City, so Zayn is screwed this time.” “That’s for sure. He should think about how long it has been since Mr. Walker gained his fame. Even if this Larson guy did manage to become a perfect-class master fighter by luck, there’s no way he’d be a match for Mr. Walker.”

“Good morning our wonderful viewers, today is such a beautiful morning. This is TV X and we have some exclusive news that will excite everyone.” “We know that everyone has been asking themselves about this mysterious young master called Lucien Hart. He is probably the youngest alpha in the history to take over such a huge pack and he is also the youngest CEO of Hart empire and his wealth and power cannot be rivaled.” The TV host stated, and it immediately attracted my attention after hearing Lucien's name. I raised the volume and listened intently.

With long strides, I strided to her. "Hey kid, do you mind if I have a word with her?" "Yes, Alpha Arthur." The little boy nodded with grin and made to step away but she held him back. "Come on now Julie, we got to finish this today or you know what happens…the night walkers will…" "Eleanor! Until when will you stop ignoring me! Until when! Please, hear me out…" I thought my chest will explode of the emotions that went though me that moment.

William Walker Jr., 85 of Bowling Green, died peacefully in his sleep at his residence. The Warren County native was the son of the late William Walker Sr. and Lauren Walker. He was the husband of Denise Walker, who survives. He was the owner of Walker's Wheels. His legacy will be carried on through the members of the Heaven Hill MC, Bowling Green Chapter, and the numerous friends who became family. Liam, as he was known to everyone who cared for him, had a gift of taking people who had given up on themselves or had no direction, and showing them they were worth putting work into.

“Seriously? Where?” I lean back against the bench again. “Dallas.” A whistle cuts through the room. “Walker’s team.” Nash Walker was born to wear the captain’s C. The guy’s been dragging teams forward his entire life. Hardest worker on the ice and toughest guy in the room. He’s the kind of captain every player wants to go to war for. Everything he’s built? He earned it. I rub a hand down my face slowly. This isn’t just awkward. This is a damn explosion waiting to happen.