Cole Macgrath Novelas e Histórias

Trees blurred past him as he ran, his powerful legs propelling him forward. Emma’s face filled his mind, her laughter, her smile, and the way she made him feel whole. The bond between them tugged at his heart, guiding him home. Finally, the scent of his pack reached him. The familiar grounds came into view, and Gregory burst through the treeline, his presence undeniable. Several pack warriors, including Sermon, the leader, turned to face him. Their expressions shifted from confusion to recognition as Gregory dropped Evan’s body onto the ground and shifted back into his human form.

Killian MacGregor, The Mac, or Mac the Knife, as fans called him because of his throwing arm, was my savior. Sudden lack of oxygen caused the room to whirl, but it didn’t keep me from gaping at six and a half feet of boiling testosterone. I took in every delectable inch from head to toe. Broad strokes made his face a work of art—heavy eyebrows, dark pools for eyes, high cheekbones, his jaw…almost too perfectly square with full lips displaying a not-so-pleased scowl. My eyes traveled down over his corded neck to his black t-shirt, which looked painted over each straining muscle. Jeans encased his long legs down to his black leather boots. My eyes, with a will of their own, traveled back up to

Greg asked, getting annoyed at his friend's ramblings. One of the people sitting in front of him also said, "Knox, are you stupid?" "What do you mean?" Knox asked, not accepting being called stupid. "This is William Mackenzie, the God of Death. A legend who has been said to have never lost a war. Even when he used the name Bill Stewart, he proved himself worthy of being a war general. How can you still doubt his ability? You're crazy!" the man said without looking back.

I don’t know who this person is, but he or she is pissing me off. Thankfully it is Friday, and I can be home for the next two days. I talked with Doug the day after our meeting and asked about a guard for Everly. He thought that was a good idea. He told me that he had the perfect guy and would call me back after talking with him. I am guessing that if this is one of his friends or a guy who works for him, he knows Everly and will agree without hesitation. The guy that Doug sent started yesterday. His name is Giovanni, or Gio for short. He and Everly seem to get along ok so far. I was concerned, considering he is only 25, but Doug told me that there is no one he trusts more than Gio.

Sophia said, entirely without false modesty, because she did know, because she’d been paying attention too. Mac gave him a small compass, old and beautiful, the kind that worked by principle rather than battery, and said when he gave it, “For all the roads ahead. So you always know which way you’re going.” Dave held it in his palm, feeling the slight satisfying weight of it. “I think Mabel would have approved of this,” he said. “I bought it hoping you’d say that,” Mac said. Cloe gave him a photograph, framed properly, the one from the archive, Mabel standing in the doorway of Whitmore House with the tree brooch on her dress, looking directly into the camera with the expression that had no wo

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Mike had no idea that I had already set a trap for Mike and MacTech. I got an invitation to lunch with Stephen Mac, the CEO of MacTech at a restaurant. Stephen Mac was thirty-two years old and really well known in the tech world for being smart and a bit crazy. Stephen Mac was the kind of person who made you respect him and fear him at the time. I went to the restaurant dressed in a business suit looking like the Vane heiress to talk business about MacTech.

alright take care " He smiles and leaves [ARMY BASE] Macgonnel walked into the capture room with other sergeants and soldiers with a blank expression. Madeye has finally been apprehended and it is time to face him . " Well well well looks like you didn't age general" madeye said grinning. He was an ugly middle aged man with an hideous scar that took his left eye and many tattoos and ear-piercing on his body . Macgonnel looks at him , his eyes cold ... He can never forget that madeye was the one that lead the attack that killed his wife .

It was funny how at first look she appeared to be only a couple of years older than Freya and Sarah, but I could tell she was older than that…probably approaching her late forties or near her fifties. How I knew that fact about her was a mystery even to me, but I could just tell. “That’s Cameron’s mother, Malaya MacGyver.” Darcia informed me from the other side of the table, keeping a safe distance from me because I think he had noticed how I had flinched away from him earlier. “She’s Alpha Charles’s mate and current Luna.” “Oh…” I turned back to the crowd that had gathered around the baby. “She seems pretty popular.”

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.