Cole Macgrath Novels & Stories

Well, they also confirmed that indeed he was Roger McGrath, the billionaire who owns McGrath Media house. When I was in high school I wanted to apply to a scholarship and internship program offered by his media house. I wanted it so badly but my GPA failed me. The requirements were that one was to have a GPA of 3.8 and above. Yeah, you are right. My dumb ass got 3.7 and that was how my dreams of enrolling in one of the most prestigious and rewarding programs were shattered to pieces. I however got a partial scholarship for an in-state scholarship at UBC but I could not afford the other half scholarship and I had to drop out from Uni in my second year. Yeah, tough shit.

No, he strolled up and looked Keegan right in the eye, and he had to regard that around the male. Keegan fixed as the Seattle pack pioneer drawn nearer and stuck out his hand. “Cedric Kincaid, Alpha o’ th’ Seattle pack.” The Scottish brogue was overwhelming in his discourse, indeed in spite of the fact that Keegan knew he’d been in the States for a long time. Keegan took his hand in a firm grasp. “Keegan McRae.” They shook, and Cedric shown Marc coming up on his right. “And ye insight Marc, here.”

Chapter 14 A Long Night Scarlett’s POV I return to my suite in the packhouse and promptly fall face-first onto my bed. It’s nearly 5:00am and between the sexual marathon that Raul and I had combined with the scents of vampires, being on high alert, a dead human and questioning from Detective Dougie (yes, I know his name is Doug, but he bugs me so now it’s Dougie), I’m exhausted. But given the time, I’m not sure if it’s even worth trying to go back to sleep for a couple of hours or if I should just stay awake. Still lying face-down on my bed, I do lift and turn my head to look over my shoulder when I hear Raul enter my suite and close the door behind him.

Mary Redferne A day before my wedding, Mr. McKinnon decided to host the most lavish engagement party for his son. I knew he did this intentionally, just a day before my own wedding, to ensure that their engagement overshadowed my own impending marriage. The McKinnons' ego was inflated by the perception of their wealth, and they sought to command respect and demonstrate their social standing. As the evening unfolded at Joshua and Clara's extravagant engagement party, I found myself standing alone at the bar, nursing a glass of sparkling water. The grandeur of the occasion was unmistakable, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at my insides.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

I saw Morgana's eyes holding a grave and a rather knowing look at Cain. "Jeanette McConnell is Debra Gray's ancestor." She announced and we all fell to silence.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

“And that it not going to happen if you are all fighting like a bunch of rats in some pod.” His expression shifted. Nathan glanced at me, curious but not surprised. “Marcel is unstable,” I continued quietly. “Dominic stands between him and destruction. The council is restless. Rogues are hungry. Packs are divided. And as far as the rumor goes, your little rogue has managed to contain a beast that would be more than willing to take over if Marcel simply ticked.” I stepped closer, my voice lowering. “All it takes is one thread to snap… and everything unravels.”

Mia: By the time I reached home, my feet were killing me, and I wanted nothing more than to just sit down and relax. I kicked off my heels the second I stepped inside, not even bothering to close the door properly before leaning back against it and exhaling. One day, just one day… and I felt like I had lived a week inside it. Nathan Lockwood, his office, his voice, his eyes. Everything about today had been… too much. And it felt more dangerous to the point where I wanted to run away before I let out the one secret that I was holding onto… my little one.