Darrel Darry Curtis Novels & Stories

"What plans did you make with Drake that his helping you out? Are you having an affair with him now?" I want to know the reason Drake decided to help out. I know him very well. He doesn't do anything for free unless he gets something in return. As I say that, Lisa laughs and looks at me. "Are you thinking that I might be having sex with him? Come on, Linda, you know me very well. I don't give my body out that easily. It doesn't matter what plans or deals I made with Drake. All that matters is that Drake is helping you get Dean back."

I silently ask the lord. "Hailey he was just chest buffing. He hates being looked down on. He was putting on a show," Curt explains as we near our first period. "A show that he is the master of," I mumble embarrassed that I am upset over something like this in front of Curt. "True. But I do think he is changing. He is being open with us. He is putting a ton of effort into his grades which is unheard of when it comes Dylan. And he hasn't slept with anyone since that Trish girl, which I know by our standards that isn't a long time....... but in his book it is like a century," Curt says with a dramatic hand gesture at the word century.

Tyler’s POV I watched as Dalton walked through the front door of the pack house. His face was tired and his shoulders hung. He had executed Maxine and Doctor Winder this morning and then we had all helped with tending to the hurt pack members. I didn’t go with him to see them be executed. I couldn’t bring myself to do it even though she had tried to kill me, my family, and Dalton multiple times. I just didn’t want to look her in the eyes as he took her life. I was sitting at the kitchen bar when he walked in. He eyed me and made a straight path to me. When he approached he turned my chair toward him and picked me up by my waist and held me tight to him as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

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.

Cassandra’s point of view: Dalton had all of us standing in a line, facing him. The seriousness on his face showed that his devotion to duty never wavered. Every single trace of playfulness from earlier was long gone. “We’ll start with some exercises. Jeremy, Rowan,” Dalton ordered two warriors to come forward to show us some demonstrations. Both warriors right away started illustrating the exercises that we’d have to do for the next hour or so. They did it so smoothly as though they’d done this a couple of times already.

Curtis sat upright on the hospital bed, his back supported by several pillows. Though his complexion had improved significantly compared to a few days ago, traces of weakness still lingered around him. The white hospital blanket covered the lower half of his body while a file rested in his hands. His attention appeared completely fixed on the document. Standing respectfully beside the bed was a young man dressed in a neatly tailored black suit. Harrison Drake. Curtis's assistant. He stood with both hands clasped before him, maintaining the professional posture he always carried whenever he was around his boss.

“I was in my bedroom, and I heard everything. I collected all the money from all the hiding places I’d stashed it – in my school bag, in my socks, buried in the backyard – but by the time I’d found it all and went to their room to give it back to him, it was all over.” “She – your mother…” “Yeah. He’d lost control, totally. She was dead.” “I’m sorry.” Tessa’s heart was breaking for him. “I’m sorry, babe.” “So he went to jail for eight years,” Curtis said, not able to talk about his Mom for one second longer. “And I moved in with my aunt and uncle. Stayed in school, just barely, started boxing. Got good enough to fight for money, so I did that for a while, but then I enlisted.” He ran his fin

The boy doesn’t know how to treat a lady, maybe that’s why Olivia is cheating on him with Noah. Heavy footsteps fill the silence as the boys move to the stage, I squeeze my lips as the first group start their introduction, not caring to look at them. I can identify them by their voices. They are halfway gone with the introductions when it hits me that someone is missing. I raise my hand, Miss Jota nods. “Yes, Tessa?” A lump forms on my throat when different pairs of eyes turn to me, I say, “Curt is not here.” “Curtis?” That’s his full name. I nod and she pulls out a note from under the scripts. “He quit.”

Penn returns as Stanley tried to drag Rima away from Curtis's side but Rima refused to leave, she was with Curtis, presenting a united front against Penn and Penn was hurt by her actions. “If you want to know about me then I suggest that you meet Lord Denzel and ask him.” Curtis said after getting himself under control. “That has been most of the excuse you have used to avoid giving answers, always Lord Denzel. When will you speak up for yourself and be a man.” Penn asked frustrated. Curtis looked at Penn up and down then replied in a sad tone, one full of pity. “If being a man is you then I am happy with not being a man and in fact I do not want to be one.”

“What are you so worried about?” “Hey,” she said. “I’m not going to let anyone see this …” She motioned up and down her body. “… looking frumpy.” “Besides me.” “Well, you’re special,” she teased as she blew me a kiss. I laughed as I walked casually through our condo and opened the front door. Curt was waiting on the other side, dressed in a black suit with a gray shirt beneath. The flecks of gray in his black tie blended beautifully, setting off his deep blue eyes. “Curt! You look great! Please, come in. I’d like you to meet my roommate, Alanna Keel,” I said, gesturing toward her. “Alanna, this is Curt Davis.”