Darnell X Nene の小説・ストーリー

She diverted her look at the twins again who were now showing off the dimples on their cheeks with their contagious smiles. “Wow. At least one of you is happy to see us.” Jaxon raised a brow at Andrin. He was about to answer his brother’s smartass remark when a pack maid interrupted them. “Dinner is ready, Alphas.” Darren was the first to head out of the door. The rest of the boys followed leaving her with a pouting Vashti. “That was my husband Darren. Don’t mind him, dear. He and your mate just need to sort things out.” Her shoulders sagged, “He’s usually welcoming.”

She gave a nervous laugh and shrugged. "Denzel of course. Oh, come on, Nana. Denzel is coming tonight and he always talks about my outfit. So, I want to look my best." Nana's smile was stiff and her nod was as if her head was made of wood. "Of course, dear. But what about James? Isn't he coming tonight?" Janelle smiled like she was sitting in a pool of fire and living the pain.

Jay called to me, waving his hand and beckoning me over. Whatever Darnell had made for us, smelt absolutely divine! I almost couldn’t wait to dig in. As soon as I rejoined them, I sat down on the blanket, kicking off my shoes so that I could get more comfortable. Darnell had picked a spot slightly closer to the tree line so that we could still take shelter in the shade of the trees, though it wasn’t too hot that we were uncomfortable. “Looks like someone is hungry,” Darnell commented quietly, though I could tell he was amused at my excitement. “Some of these dishes I learned from my mate, so I hope I did him justice,” he gushed, his eyes full of devotion and love towards his man.

“What have my parents had to do with my future life? I’ve already told them I was uninterested in any of the sutures they showed me. I only have one person in my heart; he is a____what did you call him, Mr. Elon?” “A shithead?” Blake replied. “Yes, a shithead,” Hellen said, folding her arms on her chest. Daren was speechless for a moment, then smiled. “I am a shithead for not seeing you as my woman. Miss. Hellen Ford, would you go out with me? Say this Saturday?” Daren asked, placing his hands on her shoulders. The stubborn look she gave melted into a lovely smile, and she nodded in agreement.

"So I hear you identified a Hybrid, well done" "Its not that much of a feat" Danté said reaching for his fridge "Beer?" "Yes please" Of the three hunters that made the final tryouts Danté and Vincent where like brothers, the third was a huntress named Xena and she herself was gone with the wind to Danté, he hasn't seen her in years. The two sat down and cracked the cold beverages "Anything I should know about her?" "Not much I can really say... Accept" Danté brushed his chin.

"My name's Na—" A basketball bounced on Nelly's back, cutting him off. I jerked my head up to see a few of the Nine Lives Clique members grinning down at us. "We're fixin’ to play ball, Nelly. C’mon," said Darren, a tall, tattooed hunk with thick auburn hair. Nelly gave them a perfunctory shake of his head. "Nah, guys, I'm chilling with my girl.” The guys started laughing. Then Travis, stocky, brown-haired, chubby-faced, said, "Dude, you've been datin’ this chick almost a year. That’s some ol’ school shit.