Jack Walten Romane & Geschichten

Like a baby, he hung on him and cried aloud. “There you are,” James said. “I got you.” James’ entrance with his pack riled the gathering. The photographers tripled their shutters and shots, and the reporters lifted their microphones for his attention. He dominated the event and stole the spotlight. That is James Waldeen. He is known for his excellent media covers and engagements, and being away for years must’ve been hard for his fans. His friends are causing a disruption as well. There was Dribble, the soccer player, Morgan, the actor, and Lucky with his boyfriend, Larozo who had become the country’s sassy prosecutor.

But you’re telling me that this was all plotted by that young man, Javier Kersey? Walt couldn't believe that Javier, a young man in his twenties, could be so brutal to their business competition. He also knew exactly how to make or break a situation. Walt thought that someone who could pull off something so skillfully must be an old, cunning fox who had been in the business for many years.

The she-wolf looks shaken, her eyes darting between Josh and me, her fingers trembling slightly as she tries to compose herself. “What’s your name” I ask Josh mate. “Julia and this is Selena.” She says nervously. My eyes shift to Selena. The witch. Her energy is completely different from Julia’s. Where Julia’s presence is familiar and warm, Selena’s is… foreign. Not threatening, but charged. It’s like a crackle of electricity in the air, an ancient power that doesn’t belong in a pack house. My wolf is on edge around her, and I can’t blame him. Witches and wolves don’t mix easily.

The bed shook as he rolled over on the mattress to grab his phone from the table. “It’s James.” James is a warlock from my coven. During Lillian’s reign he had protested her rule and her way of doing things, he even called her out on a few of her lies. As a consequence, he had to flee to the states because there had been too many attempts on his life. Now he was under our employ, as the Chief Executive Officer of our foundation.

Jack was attending to the client, while cella was busy listening to Kristina. "Really, he said that?" She widened her eyes. "Yes he did." "What a jerk! You should have spat at his face and yell back at him. You are his personality assistance. His PA. Who does he think he is," "He is Ian walter, he is an heir. Of course, he thinks he is on top of the world," Kristina sneered. "On top of the world, really," "So, what are you gonna do now," "I will just stay here until the end of the probation. Let me just assume this as resting after so much work," she sighed, resting her head properly on the chair.

"Alright, come over after the call," Tammy replied. Evelyn sat alone in a quiet corner, engrossed in typing a message to Warren on her phone. Before long, a man with striking blue earrings eased onto the sofa beside her. He offered a smile as he glanced at her. "Ms. Jefferson, mind if I join you?" he asked. Raising an eyebrow, Evelyn maintained her cool demeanor. "Mr. Waltz, what brings you here?" The man was Zachary Waltz, the second heir of the Waltz family. He was known across Bramston City as a notorious playboy. Rumor had it he had slept with enough women to circle the entire city perimeter.

But when one wolf at the far end of the room whispered too loudly and the table chuckled under their breath, he set his fork down with a sharp clink. The sound cut through the room like glass breaking. Every head turned. His voice was calm. Cold. “Is there something you’d like to share?” The wolf froze. The color drained from his face. “No, Alpha,” he said quickly, eyes dropping to the table. “Good,” Nolan said. “Because if anyone here thinks my wife is a subject for gossip, they’re free to take it up with me directly. As I doubt that any alpha would allow limits to be crossed when it comes to his Luna. And I think that you know what it is to cross a limit when it is me.”

"You're on your own Mr. Walton, you may have 15% of the stocks, but we're on a voting system here. If the panel and major stockholders vote for the cancellation of the new property in Germany, then we will cancel it... you can't stand alone on this fight." The old man, one of the greedy shareholders who is obviously not pleased with the Walton Group taking over the Davis Holding says as he sits in front of Vincent during the VVIP meeting happening at that moment.

"I don't know who you are. Get out of my office." The man didn't move. He looked at Bryan, who had stepped forward to shield me. Bryan’s eyes were narrowed, his muscles tensed and ready to strike. "I am Julian Walton," the man said. His voice was smooth, like expensive silk. "Grandpa Walton’s secret son. The one he hid away in London for thirty years to keep the family 'pure.' And according to the medical records from the clinic Damien used... Damien is sterile. He can’t have children, Hazel."