Dallas Winston Novels & Stories

Cassandra’s point of view: Dalton had all of us standing in a line, facing him. The seriousness on his face showed that his devotion to duty never wavered. Every single trace of playfulness from earlier was long gone. “We’ll start with some exercises. Jeremy, Rowan,” Dalton ordered two warriors to come forward to show us some demonstrations. Both warriors right away started illustrating the exercises that we’d have to do for the next hour or so. They did it so smoothly as though they’d done this a couple of times already.

"By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?" Christiana asked, her face etched with bewilderment. "Very funny, but it's true...My boss Wade Roberto is really doing a good job when it comes to the staff welfare." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully. "What about Seth Nathaniel, when are you guys planning to do the wedding?" Vicki's voice was laced with a mixture of concern and empathy. Daisy Hunter found the question disturbing as she furrowed her eyes in bewilderment and stared at Vicki before managing to say, "We haven't fixed a date yet, we're both occupied with work at

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?

“His bodyguard introduced me to him.” “Yeah, I saw that tall guy often. He gave a good tip.” “His name is Owen Boone.” “So, where is Lake Winston?” “He went to see his mother.” “And you did not go, why?” “He invited me, but I have work and am not ready.” “This is really serious.” She took another order, and Dallas came back with some bottles. “Why did you say that?” “You just met him like a week ago, and now he wants you to meet his mother? That’s rare, and he’s a gem. I say, marry him and make some cute babies.”

The smaller immediately pouted at it and then put it down to gather his stuff. Ford really fucking wished the alpha would stop taking his damn coffee. Dallas stood, his elbow was grabbed, it was his alpha seat-neighbor, “You know, you’ve been really glowing lately. I wished I noticed sooner because you’re honestly really beautiful. You wanna go out some time? I’ll give you my number.” The omega kind of just looked at him. Was he... blind or something? Did he not just see Dallas’s hands all over him? Could he not smell Dallas Oaks on him? “U-uhm..”

“She’s really that bad?” Sasha let out a short laugh. “Worse.” I glanced back at Lisa. She was smiling at people, not exactly radiating menace. Then again, neither had Vanessa, and look how that turned out. “Besides,” Sasha continued, her voice picking up speed, “Lisa’s been obsessed with Dylan Winthrop for years.” I almost choked. “What?” “I’m dead serious. The whole school knows.” “How?” “Because she makes sure everyone knows,” Sasha explained with a dramatic flourish.

This guy must be pumping iron. “How nice to see you here,” I say. "Are you here alone?" he asks. "No. I'm here with Dana." "Dana?" he asks, question mark on his face. "Who's that?" "My secretary. At the Washington business. Wood and Ward." The furrow clears, replaced by a broad smile. "Well. Good to see a familiar face here in Denver. There's only so much of Winston I can take in one evening," he says warmly and Winston Baxter laughs. "Winston, this is Logan's son."