Dally Curtis Novels & Stories

My throat closed with tears “Please don’t leave us.” His gaze flickered to Axel and Zarek. “Take care of her.” “You don’t have to tell me that old man” Curtis smiled faintly, then coughed, his body shuddering as he went still. A sob tore from my chest as I collapsed against him, my hands curling my fist into his blood-soaked shirt. Curtis was gone. And Varda had won.

Zara's POV A few songs later the crowd around the table thinned out a little, and a guy stepped up with his hand stretched toward me. “Come down before you fall,” he said, smiling up at me. He had light brown skin and dimples and an easy kind of cute that didn’t feel dangerous. Grey hoodie, tall, the kind of smile that probably got him what he wanted most of the time. I took his hand and stepped off the table. My feet hit the floor a little harder than I meant, and he caught my elbow to steady me. The rum was still swimming in my head, but not enough to make me stupid. Not yet.

Mason explained to me before he said goodbye and I just nodded at him in response. When Mason left, I couldn't help but stare at the black card I was holding, I never thought that this black card could do so much. After a few minutes, I was still sitting on the couch and marvel my eyes around until it stops on a familiar face, Noah 'fucking' Centineo, a famous Hollywood actor, played the character of Peter Kavinsky in the movie 'To All The Boys I Loved Before'. Until now, I'm still trying to process everything that happened tonight, I can't believe that a famous actor like Noah Centineo would agree to be a stripper.

He had heard about the rumors of his death and had reached out to Leita to let her know that he was still alive. Danielle listened intently, feeling a sense of admiration for Curtis's bravery and resourcefulness. She knew that he had always been a fighter, but this showed her a new side of him that she had never seen before. Finally, after what felt like hours of riding, they arrived at a small cabin nestled in the woods. Leita led Danielle inside, and there he was - Curtis, sitting by the fire with a solemn expression on his face.

Even though their group really haven't had that much interaction with Farrah, the moment she entered their group, she had become a very important person to them. “There's nothing we could do. We could only say we're unlucky. There's a huge gap in strength between us and that monster,” Jerald fixed his glasses, looking coldly at the door. “It's best if we leave as early as we could.” “We will leave 2 hours later. Ready, because this is our last chance.” “Yes!” * It took a long time before Dior came back. He was covered in foul stench and black blood, scaring Farrah that she almost wet her pants. When she noticed the unusual smell, she covered her nose.

Jax sighed. “Yeah, yeah,” I nodded quickly. “They’ll delay it anyway.” “Which is why we don’t give them room to.” He kept talking while I pretended to listen. Dally moved from table to table. I watched her pour drinks with a towel slung over her shoulder, and her hair was undone, but her skin glowed under the bar light. That uniform was too fucking short. I hated that I wasn’t the only one seeing it. It hugged every curve and made my blood run hot every time she bent over.

“He said he had something to do, so he’ll be coming home late.” Curtis gave a small nod. “I see.” Daylen stood there awkwardly, unsure if his father wanted to say more. When Curtis didn’t speak again, he took the hint. “You can leave,” Curtis said quietly, slipping his hands into his pockets as he turned his gaze toward the window. Daylen nodded and quietly walked out, shutting the door behind him. Curtis stayed still for a moment, his eyes staring out into the dark city skyline. Curtis’s chest tightened again. He exhaled slowly, his breath fogging against the glass.

HER RETURN [ Mission find daddy for mummy] Diana D. Chapter 85: Reality show. Day 1: The interview. AUTHOR'S. Daisy didn’t know what was worse: the blinding flash of cameras or the heavy make up on her face or the equally blinding glare coming from the man standing stiffly beside her. Carl Warner. The Carl Warner. Billionaire. Movie-star handsome. And apparently, her boyfriend. At least for the next thirty days.

“But pretty much, yeah.” “Her place?” “My place.” “Because yours is nicer?” Dillon said innocently, yanking Curtis’ chain. He’d been to Curtis’ apartment for poker, and he knew it wasn’t a palace. Curtis gave him a mock-glare. “Nope.” “Because hers is being fumigated?” “Nope again.” “Because you have that monster-sized bed?” “No comment.” “Ha!” Dillon exclaimed. “I thought so!” “Shut it, Saunders,” Curtis growled, and Dillon smirked at his friend and colleague’s return to form. “Go ask the ladies if all’s OK at the tables.”

It wasn’t anybody terrifying – though he suspected that some people might disagree with him on that point – since it was Dillon Saunders, his fellow badass, kick-ass bouncer. Dillon nodded in greeting, Curtis returned it. Dillon stalked over to the staffroom, shedding his heavy leather jacket as he went, returned a minute later. He looked around the room, checking things with his practiced eye, then headed over to Curtis. “OK night?” Dillon said in his husky voice, without preamble or small-talk, as per usual. “Trouble?” “None,” Curtis replied. “Tables to watch?” Curtis gestured at one near the pool tables. “The Road Devils are here tonight.”