Cole Macgrath の小説・ストーリー

The younger man's keen eyes noted the old timer had been attempting to replace a busted pipe all by his lonesome. "There ain't been a Charles McCormick round these parts since I was six years old." replied the old man narrowing his eyes at Brick before dropping the shovel and getting to his feet as he climbed out of the two-foot-deep sized hole he'd dug into the ground. "They call me Chalie Mack." "Brick Kenneally." replied the rugged biker. "Might have known you'd come," said Charlie as he stepped toward Brick. Up close the younger man could see the sparse blond hairs beneath his hat and the shimmering of his blue eyes as his reddened formerly pale skin continued to sweat amid the blazing h

So the big day has arrived, I would finally meet the main financier of the NGO MAMA AFRICA, and if he does indeed provide financial assistance, our NGO will soon be helping the children of Lac Rose and other places in Senegal to have a better future. I spent the sleepless night thinking of ways to express my gratitude, an inspiring speech, something that would come close to my gratitude and convince him to continue funding us. My alarm clock tries to do its job, but I'm faster and turn it off. Carlos turns to my side and hugs me.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

The man standing in her grandmother's kitchen had the kind of face that made Maya's survival instincts scream at her to run. Not because he looked dangerous—though the broad shoulders and calloused hands suggested he could be if he wanted—but because he looked safe. And safe men, Maya had learned, were often the most dangerous kind. "You must be Maya." His voice was deep, rough around the edges like sea-worn stone. "I'm Finn MacAllister. I've been maintaining the property."

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

McGillikin was a 1982 graduate of Roosevelt High and a 1986 graduate of the University of North Carolina. Martha opened the other two links and they, too, were about the same incident. She tried several more search engines, but found nothing more than the same three articles. Her eyes dropped to the newspaper Sydney had picked up at the house. The banner read The Journal News. Her eyes jumped to the date. Tuesday June 17, 1986. She unfolded the page, scanned it again, and in the lower left corner on the back side under obituaries she found a listing for Robert Scott McGillikin, 22, of Yonkers, NY. AT LUNCH, I NOTICED THAT SYDNEY HAD CHANGED. She was now quiet, serene. Her cheeks were still f

Hi, my name is Macey. I'm seventeen although I am a short stack of pancakes four eleven to be specific. Today is the last day of highschool. You don't know how happy I am to be getting out of this shit hole of a school, but first I have to make it threw this day if I can of course. I twist and turn in my bed ignoring the alarm that's going off. '' Macey get up, you have school and if you miss that bus I promise you you'll be missing too!''

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.