Dallas Winston Novels & Stories

In the grand living room of the Redwine family, the air seemed to have frozen. Dallas' body swayed for a moment, almost collapsing on the spot. Wido, on the other hand, slumped to the ground, his lips trembling violently, unable to produce any sound. Gibson's vision darkened as he slowly tilted off the sofa, with only two words left in his mind. 'It's over.' "No, no, this can't be true!" After a brief moment of losing composure, Dallas, as if pricked by a needle, jumped up from the sofa. He pointed at his subordinate, looking almost frantic. "You're lying!

I ask Daryl and he nods “His stand is set up, has been for weeks. We have been waiting for you!” Daryl opens the cell, pulling Christians weak body out. As he was moved into the light, I could see how much weight he had lost, he was skin and bone and the silver on his wrists meant that he was unable to shift. Daryl had been slowly killing him anyway. Christian let’s out a laugh as he looks at me, a twisted smile appearing on his lips. “I know you enjoyed it princess Rudina.”

Alex grinned, poking his head into the room. His sandy blonde hair was combed into a neat pompadour cut. A big difference from his usual mess. Like Logan and the other guys, he was in a gray suit but was wearing a wine-red dress shirt with a white tie and a white dahlia boutonniere. He cleans up nicely.

He whispered softly, running shivers down my spine as I held onto his words, gulping harshly as our intense stares matched this moment. "Look at how small everything looks". Vi observed, pointing her finger as the concentration between Dallas and I was broken. He steadily got up from his chair as I watched them both, his hand lightly side hugged her as I knew there was a big smile on her face. Dallas had stepped in more than most children do, he was so many relatives pooled into one and I worried all the time that it was too much for him. That this pressure, this amount of worrying that hung on his shoulders were too much but he reminded me that he would give up anything for the people he lo

He didn’t say a word either, and that only meant that he was well aware that I wanted nothing to do with speaking to him. The waiter brought me a glass of cocktail juice and a glass of scotch for him. “This is a virgin cocktail, ma’am.” I nodded and watched as the man walked away before pushing the drink away from me. Dean sighed, catching my attention. “I take it that it would take a lot more from me to get you to speak to me…”

Back corners happen to be my favorite. There aren't many books on Waindale—three or four at most. I pick up one and skim through, but the majority of its contents are too focused around city planning. I grab another, and it covers all towns in Washington. Waindale has a page. Where it's fun facts are supposed to be is only a single, scrawny sentence. Waindale, the town saved by wolves. My lips part. My heart speeds up, and I read the sentence over again. That can't be it! Saved by wolves? What does that mean? Did the author feel no need to explain?

Agitated by Jameson's words, Daisy rushed to Belbanks overnight in a drunken state. Winston was at home that night. Neil was helping him take his medicine, and Mandy was checking his blood pressure. Winston's blood pressure had been skyrocketing due to the stress caused by Alyssa over the past few days. However, as the chairman of KS Group and a magnate, he still couldn't find Alyssa. After a few days, he had transitioned from initial anger to a simple concern for his daughter's safety. His emotions gradually stabilized.

Dallas says as she walks down the steps of the front porch. “Alpha Preston, my name is Dallas and this is my Squad.” She says as she gestures to her left. “This is Joshua and he is my second in command. This is Jesper and he is my third in command.” She introduces the males standing behind her. “Captain Dallas, welcome to Silver Eclipse Pack. Those two have been waiting for their connection for a very long time and I am relieved to know that they finally managed to find it.” Preston says as he points at me and Darius.

Daniel Winters stepped through the immaculately polished glass door of the Las Duex with a smile on his face. At a proud six foot four, it was hard not to take notice of him. His face was the epitome of every woman’s wet dream as he stood with his back straight and carried himself with a stride accustomed to strength and power.

I'd been so careful for months, and now everything was ruined in one moment of mechanical failure. Then I heard the sound that made my blood run cold, the deep rumble of multiple motorcycles approaching. Heavy bikes. Harleys, from the sound of them. The crowd parted like the Red Sea as five riders rolled into the circle of light cast by the spectators' headlights. The lead rider dismounted with predatory grace. Even in the dim light, I recognized him. Everyone in Coldwater knew Dax Steele. Six-foot-three of leather-clad muscle, dark hair pulled back in a knot, and eyes that could cut through steel. The Vice President of the Iron Wolves Motorcycle Club.