Jay Crawley の小説・ストーリー

Kleyton sighed while Jayla laughed quietly. "Is it always like that?" She chuckled and everyone glared at her. "It's annoying." "Anyway, why are they taking so long?" Kleyton said lazily as he looked at his watch. "Did you actually missed us?" A voice said behind them, they turned their head to the voice and looked at Max, Cole, Marco and Klayton. "Dad?" Kleyton asked standing up with a puzzled face. "I can't believe you actually pushed Huxley and Peyton." He chuckled and walked toward Jayla, getting down on one knee.

It was the spy she had sent, and from the look on his face, Maya knew that his report would not be good. "Well?" Maya asked impatiently. "What did you find out?" The spy hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure how to deliver his news. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Alpha Kylian is sick," he said. "He's been confined to his quarters for the past week, and there's no sign of improvement." Maya's heart leapt at the news. This was her chance to strike. "And who is his replacement?" she asked, her voice taking on a menacing edge.

"I did. And I still can’t wrap my head around this. You know, when I was young, I thought taking over the family business would be just me dressing in fancy suits and making phone calls. Apparently not. And I’m glad that’s no longer my dream. This thing is exhausting." And Zack seems to find that entertaining because he laughs. When I lift my head to glare at him, the sound immediately ceases, and he shifts in his chair as he caresses his throat. "Sorry. It’s because you’re still learning about it. Once you get used to it, you will enjoy it better." "Well, here’s to never getting used to it," I mumble under my breath before tipping my chin to the file on his end. "What’s that?" He drills his

Death was the only freedom she had left. Calista Caitlynn had been raised in an Omega family—the lowest of the low, the slaves and outcasts of the werewolf hierarchy. For as long as she could remember, her parents despised her. All their affection, warmth, and protection were reserved exclusively for her younger sister, Amanda.

“Catherine was doing something illegal, counterfeit… something… apparently she baked the money.” “What? I mean, she made fake currency? That's the news Destiny saw?” "Yes, Zoe, what else could it be? Everyone already knows Gerald used to be in the p**n industry.” She had no idea. “The government has taken everything on hold; that's why they moved here.” Sienna went on, "You know she used to criticize Gerald so much; she didn't even like the kids being here because he was apparently being dirty, only for her to turn out to be doing something worse.”

I bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time in my rush to get to my best friend, who, as I came to the landing, I could see was firmly in the grasp of Adrian, peering up at him in fear but also… something else, something I didn’t bother deciphering in that moment. “Ah, here they are, finally!” Adrian stated, his dramatic flair working in overtime as he moved his hand from Maeve’s waist to the countertop behind him, leaning lazily against it. She almost looked disappointment at the loss of his touch, her brow slightly pinching together before her gaze met mine and relief was replaced by whatever had crossed her mind seconds earlier. “Julius, I feel like I know you already but I am happ

Of course, they would, the two of us were the talk of almost everyone around, and it was only normal and expected for people to be admiring our presence. “Ezra?” I heard from behind me. I turned around to smile when I saw Mikhail, one of the club’s founders, standing in front of me. “And you must be Lia.” “How are you, Mikhail?” I asked, nodding at the man. “I am well, thank you for coming.” He said, and I smiled, feeling somewhat proud of him. The man was opening the club, as his first project, after his father died. His father was initially in charge of drugs, but his son was choosing a different path, and though it wasn’t a guaranteed one in the grounds of a cartel, it would at least guar

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

I pulled out a chair and sat down, not sure why I was the center of their drama. “I'm Elizabeth, you can call me Lizzy," I said with a warm smile and extended my hand for a handshake. CJ took it and smirked as he kissed the back of my hand and lingered there, but I withdrew my hand when I sensed my wolf getting defensive. “Hey, hey, chill their princess… I'm Calvin Jones…call me CJ,” he said with a grin as he moved back and turned his attention to Skylar. Looking at the man, he was handsome and well-built, as if he spent all his life working out in a gym. His arms were all rippled with those broad shoulders. His face was rather oval-shaped, with a clean shaved jaw with green eyes. His postur

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.