Dallas Winston Novels & Stories

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

“I moved here on November the 18th last year.” “Objection, relevance.” Gideon shouted. “Mr. Davenport brought into question the memory of the witness; I am simply testing the waters on that subject.” “Very well, keep it within scope Mrs. Ward.” The judge agreed. Evelyn nodded and turned back to me, “It’s safe to say then that the one-night stand happened around the beginning of December, is that correct?” “Yes.” “Now, Miss Garrison this was someone you were intimate with, do you remember their name?”

He is as merciless as the others. The bosses of the Five outfits will hold a private virtual meeting if something like this happens. As Creekwood is yet to announce Dante as their Boss, Dante didn't participate. And the boss of Montana didn't participate either. Leaving the other three to discuss the severity of this issue. "Yes, we just received a message from the boss of Montana. This is unacceptable" another boss named WINSTON murmured. Winston is in his early sixties, and once used to be good friends with the boss of Montana. But no one knows what happened, but the boss of Montana stopped showing himself. Now Winston doesn't even know how his old friend is doing. Winston is the boss of A

A large outdoor fire pit crackled, casting flickering light across the rustic yet opulent main house and the wide wooden deck overlooking the private lake. Madison “Maddie” Caldwell, a 26-year-old Texan oil and ranching heiress with sun-kissed skin, long blonde hair, and a strong, curvaceous figure, stood by the fire pit in a fitted denim shirt and shorts. The warm flames licked at her front while the cool night breeze raised goosebumps along her back. She had come to escape the boardrooms. She found something far more primal. The cabin door opened. Darius “The Bull” Washington, the world-famous Black Texas NFL superstar and ranching mogul, stepped onto the deck. Towering at 6’10” with a mas

Unfortunately, when Winson led his army to attack Storm City, Reese was in the royal city meeting the King, so she did not get back in time. When she returned in the evening, Reese was happy to learn that Albert had successfully defended Storm City. However, when she learned Winson had died at the hands of Darryl, she was surprised. Darryl was dressed like an ordinary person and only had the strength of a saint king. How was he able to kill Winson?

Alpha Wyatt never came back to the Packhouse while I was there, so I never even got to talk to him about anything—which didn’t help me get any sleep. I had just got to the diner and clocked in; Helping Amelia get the place ready to open, starting up some pots of coffee and making sure the dining area was clean and tidy. I make sure to unlock the doors and light up our open sign in the window. As I got behind the counter to put on my apron, my heart sinks to my stomach. Alpha Wyatt comes walking into the diner, ignoring him until I stopped in my tracks, his overpowering cologne flooding my nose. His smell took hold over me before I could even stop myself from turning around.

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…”

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

Winston's eyes darkened, but he let the jab slide, turning his attention to Christina and Aspen instead. He straightened his posture and flashed what he believed was a charming smile. "Good evening, ladies. My name is Winston. Winston Wright, from the Wright family." He practically growled the last two words, emphasizing his family name.

I hope. Dallas shrugged. “OK, whatever you say. If that’s the end, that’s the end. So, what are you up to today?” “I have the morning off, then I go to work. You?” Dallas sighed. “I have that guy from Atlanta coming into town tonight, and he wants to go out clubbing.” “On a Wednesday?” “I know, right? But he needs protection, so it’ll probably be an all-nighter at bars and strip clubs, watching his back.”