Danny X Dash Novels & Stories

Allen caught sight of Danny's cheerful face. Snap. A loud slap landed on Danny's arm. Crunchy.

DAISY My body shivered as Grayson daddy loosened his grasp around me, pulled his fingers out of my wet cunt and gave my cunt a small spank. I shuddered even more at the spank before hurriedly pushing the car door open as Daddy Luxuria stepped out of the car too. He walked over to the other side of the car and with my jelly knees, I did the same, hurrying over to the other side of the car where the car could cover us up a little from the view of whoever would be passing by.

Either for him to be my sugar daddy or at least knock me up. The latter one seemed so utterly wrong and deceptive, I repeated to myself. "What's with you and your brother?" I asked as we kept walking. "Darren?" He paused. "We're brothers. We butt heads. We compete. We both happen to be highly successful. Honestly, we're still going to this school almost as a competition to who can get the most pretentious title. Right now, he's winning. Dr. Darren York." "He doesn't look like a doctor."

Quinn asks. Dash gives him a soft punch on the shoulder. “Don’t start with that shit, man. Emotions are normal.” “You homo sapien.” Dash’s face crinkles. “Homo sapien?” “Well yeah. I don’t wanna be offensive to Peter here, so I add the ‘sapien’ part,” Quinn explains. “Fucker! I don’t pitch for the same team!” Peter shouts. Dash, Quinn, and I laugh. “Little bitch ass,” Peter mutters under his breath.

“Oh, right, sorry. Grace, this is Daniel. Daniel, this is my precious, dramatic, beautiful, shelly, and amazing best friend, Grace.” I blinked at her. “I'm not even going to ask. It's nice to meet you, Daniel.” Daniel smiled at me. “Pleasure to meet you, Grace.” Now that I realised that Daniel was here, I also realised that they were most likely going home together. Which meant that I didn't want to inconvenience him. “Well, this is where I take off and grab a cab.” I stopped walking and said to them. “I can drop you off,” he offered casually, unlocking his car which actually stood just a few feet away from us. “It’s late.”

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”

Dash turned practically feral as he reeled in all his strength and crashed right through the door, causing immediate chaos to erupt. “Hey! Who the fūck are you?” The voice was only a few feet away as Dash straightened up and shook his head. His head lifted toward the voice almost instantly and our eyes met with ten very confused eyes before we all sprang into action. I could hear the others reaching us, but I didn’t need anyone to fight these assholes off. Five I could take. Now, if more men showed up, I’d be in slight trouble. The closest one rushed forward, expanding his claws and hooking his arm in his attempt to stab my neck, but Dash was quicker. Dash ducked at the same time that he swi

By the end, my legs were tired, my gloves were damp, and the pressure I had been carrying for the past two weeks had loosened enough for me to forget about it. Danny found me by the boards while I was unlacing my skates. His cheeks were red from the cold, and he looked as if someone had handed him the keys to the building. “That was the best day of my life.” “Better than Christmas?” “Way better than Christmas.” I laughed. Danny had a way of making excitement contagious. He could turn a basic skating drill into an event worth remembering, and apparently beating Adam in a race had secured him a permanent place in history. “You’re getting good,” I told him. “Your edges are much better than they

I let out as I looked at the mirror, trying to find a place to turn around. “No, I am almost done here; go meet Wyatt; being away from his kids is driving him insane, and he needs someone to keep him grounded right now,” Dash says; his tone is calm, and I let out a deep breath. My brother has changed so much in the last few years… “Okay, but if you need anything, you call me,” I say before Dash ends the call to get back to sorting out the mess his club must be in right now. At least no one got hurt. That’s something good, right?

He gives Dash a knowing look but doesn't say anything further. A young man of no more than 22 years of age arrives at the table and proceeds to seat in the empty seat beside Lenny. She recognizes him as the last Behrt-Lehman boy. They all look unmistakably similar with firm cheekbones and hollow cheeks but, they have a few distinct features. Dustin, the youngest of them, has a lighter shade of black hair and it’s in a much curlier texture, his eyes are a bit lighter as well. Darius’ hair is cut very low and accompanied by a pair of surly, brown eyes and a trim beard. But, it is Dash that took the darker end of everything. His hair is completely jet black, his eyes such a dark shade of brown