Dakota Johnson Novels & Stories

Because I was too weak and the force he had thrown me with was quite much, I landed fist-faced to the floor. Besides, with the hard floor, I got some bruises on my skin. Even though I couldn't care less about the injury and wanted to sit up and how before this Alpha who looked quite intimidating, my body wouldn't listen to me. "What do you think you're doing? Kneel!"

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

He adjusted his spectacles, scratched his bald head, and gave me a look of pure disappointment. “You weren’t just wrong, Rox. You were rude, stubborn, disrespectful…” “Hold up,” I said, raising my hand before he could launch into full lecture mode. “Now you see why I said you acted rude,” John replied, looking at me with a face full of disgust as he scratched his bald head. The bald look suited him perfectly, especially when he wore his spectacles. John was the shortest of us all but also the thickest. He had the body frame of a twenty-five-year-old gym-goer trapped in a nineteen-year-old’s body. He had inherited his father’s build as well as his intelligence.

Dakota was pacing the living room of his future-in- laws; Diesel was on edge and was ready to snap. “Dakota, son, please try and relax. I promise that she’ll be back. She may have a few injuries, but she always comes back,” his soon to be father-in-law assured him. “She’s a lot stronger than most give her credit for.”

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.

"Sierra belongs to me, Drake. Don't you dare come near her." A smirk played upon his face as he found himself sprawled on the ground, defeated. Without further delay, I climbed into my car and drove off, leaving him behind.

“You should have told them. You should have told her.” “I didn’t know how,” he said simply. “And I’m tired. I’ve spent my whole life watching shadows move, waiting for this day. No one believed me. Now that it’s here, they want me to prove my innocence. Let them.” Jina felt tears sting her eyes. Not out of sorrow, but the sheer complexity of what stood before her. This man wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t heartless. He was just... broken. “You still believe in her,” she said quietly.

John Legend all of me blast the speakers while we dance. " you are the most stunning thing I have ever seen "he comments looking me straight in the eyes I mean I am single " Thank you , you look good as well" I am Jacob " I am Amanda " Nice to meet you I definitely want your number seeing you in this dress has had me thinking not so nice things " I smile as I am about to reply Mr Parker slides in "May I have this dance " Ben E king stand by me soothes the crowd as Mr Parker takes my hand he pulls me so close I can smell his cologne he always smelled good.

don’t mean top ‘female’ warrior. She was over all the best. My sisters had followed in her footsteps and made the boys at the warrior academy look like total wimps. Dakota is 25 and Etta is 23. Dakota is the larger of the two and stands at a whopping 5’11”. She looked just like Momma and I and had a smart ass attitude that could really get under my skin. She could give me a run for my money in a one on one match and that was truly saying something. Etta was smaller and had a much different demeanor, standing at 5”6’ and looked exactly like our dad. She was kind and gentle for the most part, but if you pissed her off you were better off running than trying to fight. She was the wiz kid. I ha