Novel & Cerita 101 Dalmatian Street Fanfiction

Dahlia’s POV “You promised to be gentle tonight!” I kick the man who is basically biting me all over like some big reckless dog. “When?!” Damon raises his head to glance me with a perfect innocent, then he dives right back to my body to plant his sharp, stingy strawberries on my stomach like the most hard-working farmer ever! I wanted to make that request. I guess I forgot? But not everyone has muscles like his stone-made ones that don’t feel pain, okay?!

I politely asked him. "I wonder how you got here?" she asked sarcastically but there was annoyance in her voice. I pretended to laugh, "Are you that stupid to ask me that question? I came here because I rode, my boyfriend picked me up." I really emphasized the end, because apart from Coleen being jealous of me, I also know that she likes Clint, which is why she hates me so much. Well, I don't care about that. I can give him Clint. "Let's dance," Clint invited me.

“Mr Greyhound, please forgive her foolishness, after all young kids often tend to make mistakes” My gaze still remained fixed on the floor as my father roughly shoved me out of his office, the force causing me to twist my ankle. “Dad, it hurts” I cried out in pain, expecting him to support me but instead he shoved me to the ground and shut the door behind him. I sat there silently in pain as I listened to my father sign my life away to my mother's killers. Feeling disappointed, I finally opted to leave but I unfortunately lost my balance whilst heading up the stairs and was about to fall when a strange man caught me, gently carrying me up the rest of the way. I was about to express my gratit

“I’m not afraid of your threats, but you should think carefully. If you keep acting like this, you might not leave Landale alive.” Without sparing him another glance, I slipped my fingers through Justin’s and turned back toward the house. No one knew when Damian left the estate. No one cared. However, he did not leave Landale. Instead, he bought a villa near Justin’s vineyard. Every day, he either contacted his subordinates or parked outside the estate with fresh flowers and extravagant jewelry, just waiting for a glimpse of me, hoping for a chance to beg for forgiveness. Still, his efforts were clumsy and pitiful. They did not stir even the faintest flicker of emotion in me.

6 ~Dylan’s POV I couldn’t focus. Not one bit. My hands hovered over the papers on my desk, but my mind wasn’t in the meeting, wasn’t on the contracts, wasn’t anywhere except back at home, wondering if Velma had eaten, if she had slept at all, if she was still crying. I hated myself for letting things get this far, but at the same time, I knew I had no choice. I couldn’t let the mother of my child get dragged to the station over something, and the collaborations with Eva’s company must go through without any hiccups.

Note From Author: Places, events and everything in general is fictional so please don't take it seriously. The way home was made in silence as both Scarlett and Damien's mood were down, each with their own thoughts. Damien stopped the car in the Villa as Scarlett dazedly led Dillan and Delanie inside. What she wanted to do most now is to go to her room and scream out on her bed, How could there be such a coincidence. Why must it be Monday "Mom are you ok,?" Dillan asked as Scarlett looked down at him to see Dillan looking at her with his puppy eyes.

her face falls along with her arms and she starts to beg and plead "No okay I'll get ready please daddy don't take away my ice cream I'll get ready I promise" "To late kitten now get dressed" with a pout she storms out of the room and across the hall to my room slaming the door behind her. "MAKE THAT TWO WEEKS"Damien yells out to her and she yells back "ASS" "Bratty little minx" I hear Dante say with a chuckle and we all know that this is going to one fun fucking night. 🔷🔷🔷 Durani POV

I know we would never be lovers but I still do not want a space where chaos will be brought to me by other spouses that seems me as their rival, he could fuck a tree for all I care. I just need to satisfy my sperm donor, his threats are not tongue’s play and I know of them strictly. POV SWITCH_______ A car was already waiting for Charlie outside of his house, prepared by his father to take him wherever he would find Damiel Voldov, one of the rare royal wolves to ever be known. Charlie stopped the driver when he got to the mall with the name ‘Voldov’ boldly written on it, the same mall he met Damiel.

Chapter 1. Damian is sitting in his room, feeling restless as he contemplates his current situation. He is the only son of Alpha George, the leader of the Moonlight pack, and at the age of 22, he has yet to find his mate. This fact drives him crazy because he knows he cannot become the Alpha until he finds his mate. Just then, his phone rings, interrupting his thoughts. It’s his best friend, Alex, on the other end. "Hey, what's up?" Alex asks eagerly.

I imagine if he could have said 'haha', he would have. Chantel forced a smile as her body language completely changed. "I'm sorry. I thought the dog was a stray. When Jay called me to get one of the spare rooms ready, he didn't say that you would have a dog with you. I'm Chantel Smith, one of the house Omegas .... here .... let me help with your bags." As Chantel made her way towards Jay, she purposely grazed Damian's hand with her own. It would have seemed like an accident if it weren't for the fact Damian stepped back as soon as their hands touched, a move that we all noticed.