Dallas Winston Novels & Stories

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."

“You know that when you’re drunk, you lose all judgment about social media. We’ve talked about this, and I know that Dallas has talked to you about it, too.” “Yeah,” Diana slurred. “He’s sooooooo hot, you know?” Selena blinked, ignored the assessment of Dallas, who, in actual fact, was scorching hot. He was also very, very married to Olivia Jameson – now Olivia Foreman – an incredible, smart, gorgeous woman.

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.

Dallas filled his house to the brim with ammunition. Mr. Dallas was finally dragged outside, handcuffed. He was not remorse in the list. He was even excited. He waited to answer some reporters clamoring for his words. "I want to bring the whole city down to my foot and there is nothing anyone can do to stop me" he said confidently to the press. Raymond didn't like how he was allowed to talk. He should be treated like a first grade criminal that he was instead of being tagged a suspect. He removed the baton hanged on the side of his pants and got down from the police bike. He was disguised as one of the heavily dressed cops. He proceeded towards the stream of reporter holding forth his shield