Darnell X Pico Novels & Stories

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Aurora: “What’s going on?” I asked, watching as Dante smirked at his phone. He smiled and set his phone down on the dresser beside me before wrapping his arm around my waist as the two of us lay on bed “Giovanni just traced your ‘phone’” “And you’re happy about that?” I asked, frowning in confusion. “Yes, because he believes that you’re at Marbella” Dante said, making my eyes wide in surprise “I had my men link the IP number to another connection line, a random one, and it keeps changing every few hours without changing the image of the IP”

Fetching out a tumbler, he brought a bottle of whiskey and filled half glass for himself. He took a sip just as his phone dinged and he brought it out to see that he has been credited, he dropped the phone and took another sip but the ringtone started blaring and he picked up the phone again to see an unknown caller. Answering it, he heard from the other end, “El Diablo, can we see tonight? I have a business proposal for you.”

“What the hell happened out there?” Christian slides the memory card across the desk to Daryl, “This may help” Daryl eyes it sceptically but slots it into his laptop but before he presses play, there is a knock at the door. Christian opens it and one of the omegas passes in a pair of my joggers which I am grateful for and hastily pull them on.

Closer to the stream, it was shallower, so I imagined we would stick closer to that area, but I couldn’t help but imagine what might be down into the depths. Behind me, Darnell and Jay were busy setting up a picnic blanket and a feast that Darnell had brought for us. He was such a sweet fellow, even though he looked scary. I couldn’t wait to meet his mate, though. From what Darnell had told me about the man, he was human and was more of a wandering soul. Though beyond that, he was very much a wonderful cook and loved to sing and perform dances. He wouldn’t be back for a while, though, from what I recalled. “It’s all ready!” Jay called to me, waving his hand and beckoning me over.

Alpha Darren squeezed his phone until it died completely. He was mad not because Diana was cursing at him, but because she hadn't been honest about reporting his activities to the kidnapper. And because.... his feelings had turned out to be onesided, just as the caller had said.

Delanie replies. That would be Darnell who they are talking about. He is going to be my delta I just haven’t had the time to talk to him yet. He moved into our pack when he was nine and dad took his father under his wing. I think his dad was a beta in his old pack that was attacked. They came from Spain. Darnell is as tall as me and is a beast. He has beaten me a few times when we spar. His parents died two years ago on a trip. It was a car accident some drunk driver swerved and hit them head-on. They were killed instantly. His younger brother just turned 18 a month ago. I know mom has been keeping an eye on them since the accident. The girls finish their coffee and treat and the

I didn't know what to say or do other than stand there, breath shaking. "Rhea, what the fuck were you thinking?!" Lana snapped at me. "He's engaged to Vanessa." What could I possibly say to defend any of what she just saw? "You must be Lana Winthrop," I heard Darnell say behind me. I turned around. He was walking toward us with the blanket wrapped around his waist. This couldn't possibly get any worse. Right?? Lana's eyes moved to him as he stretched out his hand. "I'm Darnell Donovan," he said, and when she didn't take it he looked down at it. "Right. I wouldn't take it either." Then he dropped it.

I start to slow down, as does Jace when Jaxon’s scent intensifies, meaning he was nearby. We both step out into a small clearing; a glance shared at each other as we both seem a little uncertain of the scene in front of us. Darnell knelt down in the middle of a small, secluded meadow, spluttering on his own blood. He looks up at me as I approach, fear within his eyes. I have never seen fear in his eyes. Jaxon sits, his back resting against a tree trunk, casually gazing up at the stormy clouds above in