Dakota Johnson Novels & Stories

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

Olivia was thankful that she never actually chased the person in a black hoodie. “Anyway, I think the girl was intimidated by me since I haven’t been seeing her for the past weeks. I’m glad since I get to have the little boy to myself.” Dakota heaved a heavy sigh as she was so close to punching the machine. “Okay, fuck it. We’re doing it the illegal way.” “Dakota, oh my god.”

“You're not coming out of there?” Still no response. Finally he kicked the door and found it empty. Unbeknownst to him, when he checked the door, Diana had moved to the next cubicle. She came out of it and kicked the kidnapper into the closet. “Damn you bitch!” Diana ran to the door but she couldn't open it because it was locked. “Help!" Before Diana could shout any more for help, the kidnapper stuck the injection into Diana's neck. The injection, which contained a very strong sleeping drug, made Diana's body sway instantly, but she was still conscious because her healing ability was trying to fight the drug.

she said. "I don't think he's ever cared," Sophie said, reaching to open a drawer below her dresser. "Tell them we'll be right down, Mom. We just have to make some finishing touches." Finishing touches take twenty minutes when Sophie handles them. We went down the stairs to find Jax and Zharn standing there, looking effortlessly cool. Jax’s black bomber jacket and fitted dark gray T-shirt barely masked his broad shoulders, the black ripped jeans completing his usual rugged yet put-together style. We are matching. A silver chain peeked from under his shirt, and his whiskey-colored eyes flickered over my outfit. I felt naked.

Boma's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the freshly inked tattoo adorning his muscular chest. Her name, 'Boma D,' intricately intertwined, with the 'D' unmistakably signifying Donovan, caught her off guard, leaving her speechless for a moment. Her gaze fixated on the new tattoo, her mind swirling with a mix of shock and emotion. A surge of surprise and warmth washed over her, accompanied by a flutter of uncertainty and curiosity. The declaration of his affection for her, etched onto his skin, was both unexpected and deeply touching. Donovan stepped closer to her and took her hand firmly in his. Usually so composed and enigmatic, he now stood before her with this intimate and perma

"Can I help you?" He turns to me, and he's even younger than I thought he was. Probably around Caelin's age, if I had to guess. "Hey, man, I know this is weird, but my name's Dakota and I met your wife in treatment a while ago. She told me if I ever needed anything, to let her know." He scratches at his head. "I need a job, so I can get a roof over my head." My eyes stray to his arm as he scratches his head, there are old wounds, long ago healed on his forearm and wrist. He's skinny, and doesn't look like he's had anyone to take care of him for a long time.

Curling up in the chair, I waited for both of them to steep. After breakfast, I stretched on the front porch. Deciding to see how much wood I had and what I would need to cover the living room floor, I heard a vehicle come down the dirt path. Looking at my watch, it was six-thirty in the morning. I gawked openly as Desmond stepped out of his Jeep. He was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and boots. His hair was messily combed back and even his beard wasn’t combed through. My heart hammered in my chest at the sight. The shirt pulled tight against his muscles and the jeans actually showed the shape of his legs, confirming he absolutely did not skip leg day. Nasir jumped out of the Jeep and ran t

Dark blonde hair somehow looking tousled and messy yet perfectly placed. As Theo steps aside, Jax comes fully into view. He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt, the fabric straining against his thick biceps and broad chest. It does little to disguise his impressive physique underneath- the dips and curves of firm, hard-earned muscle. His jeans sit low on his hips, a perfect fit. As I drag my gaze back up to his face, I see that he’s checking me out, too, raking his eyes over my body. They pause and linger on my bare legs- I’m in a loose, long-sleeved navy cotton dress, and while it’s not the cutest thing I own it’s comfortable as hell. From Jax’s hungry gaze, he seems to approve.

“He just told me. She seems to have been sick already and the thing is, the bullet hit her liver. She needs a transplant urgently,” “I can donate…” “I will be the one to donate it, Dean.” Kai said, stopping me. “I owe to her, and you are a smoker, I won’t even mention your drinking habits. She needs the purest, and I have stopped them for a while now. But I can bet on everything that I have that you drink scotch more than you drink water throughout your day.” I froze, looking at the man and he smiled. He wrapped his arm around my neck before looking toward the door where I knew Arianna was being taken care of.