Dally Winston Novels & Stories

He was about to say something When the landline rang nearby. Prescott answered quickly. Then held it out, murmuring, "It's Director Dalton." Winston took the receiver. "Dalton. What's got you calling this late?" "Happy New Year, a little early," Dalton said, warm. Winston grunted. "That all? You're not actually planning on stopping by, I take it." Dalton laughed. Winston cut to it. "Out with it." Dalton cleared his throat. "I've got a daughter twenty-five this year, a couple years younger than Adrian. Just back from studying abroad. I was thinking, maybe it's time the two of them meet?"

Some of the men stay with Daryl whilst others follow us back to the Crescent packs land. When we arrive, Beta Jax parks out front of the packhouse and climbs off the bike, he offers me a hand but I manage to manoeuvre myself. “Inside” is all he says and as I walk up the steps I turn to see him getting my books out his bag.

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.

“I said yes and thanked him. He sat with me and chatted while I finished my drink. Then he personally escorted me into the party. It was rather enchanting being walked into a party with a man who was larger than life – head of the company. Mr. Dawson was gallant, classy, and a true gentleman. I’ll never forget how he helped me that night. Thank you.” Several more people spoke. Derek knew about some of the stories and some he didn’t. He had always revered and respected his father, but he had no idea what a great friend he truly was. Carlton Van Dyke walked over to the mic holding a glass of brandy. “I knew Walt was a hell of a man so everyone’s stories didn’t surprise me. Walt and I had been

The next day, someone posted a photo of Winston waiting at the airport for Dora online. "This was taken on the goddess’s first day in Taverdale. Could this man be the one she had a crush on in her youth?" the poster questioned. The comments exploded in response. "This is Winston, the nation’s most famous infrastructure tycoon." "He and the goddess were classmates." Someone with extensive reach shared a junior high graduation photo of Winston and Dora. "Winston seems to have been single all these years." "From the looks of it, they do seem well-suited for each other."

Dalton’s point of view: I was dying. There was no other way to describe it. This unparalleled pleasure that crashed over me and all around me made my wolf stir so much to break free that controlling him was way beyond my capability. Cassandra’s mouth felt hot, clever and wicked. And even more urgent that it had been in every one of my futile fantasies that I’d imagined in the last few days I’d stayed away from her, even while I’d thought that staying away from her would be best but after knowing that she was my destined mate…

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.

I've always been competitive with my younger sister, Daphne Gibson. If she scored a 90 in her exam, I had to get a 100. When she bought a white dress, I had to buy a more expensive red one. On the drive home after our family road trip, she got carsick and threw up. I had to throw up a couple of times, too. But then I had a sudden asthma attack and collapsed in the back seat, clutching my chest. Mom sighed in frustration. "Alice, Daphne has always been frail. Can't you be a little more understanding and stop competing with her, at least for now?" Dad said earnestly, "You're a healthy, well-behaved child. Your mom and I love you, too. But stop pretending to be sick just because Daphne is

At least, that would help her get out of her head and make her see the reality of her life,’ Skylar pondered to herself, and swallowed hard, as she returned to her office, checked out of work, and left for her house instantly, with no strength left in her to do anything. Slumping upon her bed, and drifting off to sleep so tiredly, Skylar woke up to news on the headlines. Ivan Hamilton’s woman: Renowned model, Daisy Dallas, seen together with him so endearingly at the AUVAN conglomerate anniversary.

Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams. It felt like a symbolic gesture, urging her to reflect on the choices ahead. The surprise birthday party continued till evening. "Allison, Christiana and Vicki, you guys have really tried for me." "I actually forgot that today was even my birthday." Daisy said, her voice barely above whispers. "Are you serious?...you mean you forgot that today was your birthday?...Wow." Vicki said. "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?"