Dakota Milo Murphy Novels & Stories

Murphy smiled at the two men and appreciated them one after the other, “Thank you so much, gentlemen. My name is Murphy Newton. I work with the Next Generation Bank.” Dr. Summer stretched out his hand for a handshake and introduced himself. After the handshake, Murphy did the same with Ben and gave Sean an encouraging smile. “How are Dylan, Elias, and the rest?” Mr. Miller asked. Murphy smiled dryly and answered, “They have the same information as I. There is so much to talk about.” “I see.” “Yes. Just get well. Okay?” “Thank you for your concern.” “You are welcome. I am so happy to see you. Permit me to return to work,” he said and got up.

I couldn’t even look away as I watched Mikali ripping into the blanket to try and stop the bleeding to figure out who was crying on me. The smell told me exactly who it was. Hana. She was leaning into me, hugging me, and crying. “Daddy… she’s going to be okay, right?” she sniffled. I didn’t have an answer. I just knelt there, watching my mate as she struggled to breathe. I watched as Mikali placed his hands over the knife wound. His wolf was gifted with the ability to heal, but only to an extent. Of any member of my pack, he was the most likely to be able to save her.

A carved piece of art. 'Maddox Dasher, the King of the Vegas.' She turned to him, and unaware look upon her pretty face. The people almost turned their necks just to see a beautiful woman along with Maddox Dasher. "You are..." she was paused. "I am the King of Vegas...a gambler." Her knitted eyebrows were suddenly turned into a calm expression. She had gotten into a dangerous pair of hands. Maddox Dasher was a mafia guy. From her body language, he understood that she is about to run until he grabbed her arm and pulled her close, slowly whispering in her ear.

Milo got up from the sofa, waving his hand for Detective Austin to be patient waiting for him 'it is deserving of him getting a scholarship, he is very good at analyzing and responding to his tricky questions by answering in more detail the person's question without exaggerating and creating new questions for listeners' Detective Austin thought in his head "Literature, did you major in literature?" Detective Austin guessed as Milo walked out of his room with a looked focus in Laptop wide open in his hand

Maxwell is early fifties, 6' 5" and about 235 lbs, with dark brown hair showing some grey streaking on the sides. He was a hunk of man that instantly had her heart pounding and feeling like a timid school girl in the presence of an older, more experienced man. "Hello, Dakota, so am I!" Upon seeing her rise from her desk, he thought, Damn, she looks good. Dakota is a woman in her late forties. She's taller than your average woman, standing about 5' 10". She seemed a little thinner than he remembered. She was dressed casually, in dark slacks and a rather sheer white blouse. Not see-through by any means, but sheer enough that you could barely make out the lines of her bra. He noticed her breast

Olivia was always cheerful whenever they meet, and it always made Dakota think about how she looked exactly like a happy golden retriever especially with her blonde hair make the image perfect. Today, Olivia was a sad little puppy that made her heart ache at the sight of it. Dakota met her old social studies teacher from when she was a freshman in high school yesterday. That teacher had always been notorious for humiliating students whenever they get a low score in tests, and Dakota happened to be a victim of his back then. It was her first time to get a D for a test as she was not able to study the day before because of her mother who got hospitalized. Her social studies teacher did not giv

Dakar replied. “That's all I need.” “Now tell me. Who is my DAOB?” Mila could see the greed for power in her husband's eyes. But it didn't bother her since all she wanted was for Jin to get safe. “What are you waiting for? Say the damn thing already!” Dakar screamed. “It's Selena! She's a DAOB!” Mila yelled. “Your niece?” “Yes.” Dakar's lips curve into a cruel smile. Then he burst into a cunning laugher.

I'll be behind you" ************************************* MILA'S POV It was really strange, It had been 12 days at Mr McCarter's place and he hadn't even bothered to come see the person whom he would supposedly marry. I felt very unimportant and unwanted, but at the same time, it was peaceful for me. In a very long while, peace was all I felt until my phone rang and I heard the news that shattered all the pieces of peace I had left inside me, as I crumbled to the ground and wailed. I Just Lost My Dad.

"Yeah, she would have been happy. She did her best to find your parents when she was still alive, but unfortunately, she couldn't fulfill her promise to you." Drake's eyes locked onto Millie's, and he asked, "So, who is your father?" Drake POV "Alpha Goldstone," Millie replied, her voice laced with a mix of emotions. She is from a powerful pack from a neighboring country. Millie's gaze shifted, and she asked, "So, who is she?" Her eyes landed on Daisy, who was sitting on a stool near the kitchen. Daisy POV Drake's response was immediate, "She is a slave." Millie's eyes narrowed, and she stared at me, her expression unreadable. I felt a pang of discomfort under her scrutiny while partly keepi

Seeing Murphy’s sour expression and how she kept ignoring her, Raychelle immediately tried to rack her mind with ideas to console her. “C’moooon Murph. I’m really, truly, deeply sorry~ Can’t you forgive me for that now?” Feeling a heavy tug on her right arm, Murphy had no choice but to divert her eyes to the woman who was already dangling on her arm. Raychelle was now holding a steady grip on Murphy’s arm, with pouty lips and puppy eyes desperately pleading.