Darren Dalton の小説・ストーリー

“Don’t think you will get me to shut up this time.” A rich enticing scent drifted through the air and I spun around to see my attractive mate. Sexy as hell, Dalton’s 6’3 lean frame emerged from my bedroom. His chiseled body was shirtless. He was in striped boxers with hands flicking through the brushed-up part of his low, fade blonde hair. Seeing our angry visitor, he paused at the end of the passage and leaned against the wall, high on alert. “Father-in-law,” Dalton greeted, smirking haughtily. His dark smile was both stunning and unnerving at once. He was perfect and everything I wanted in a man.

I said, smiling at him and extending my hand out to shake his hand. His eyes turn dark for a mere second, and then his lip tugs slightly into a smirk. The big scar over his left eye made him look even more mysterious, just as Ricky had told me. "Luna Dannelly. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the invitation. I apologize for my lack of communication and for not responding to your invitation. I've been so busy. I thought I wasn't going to be able to make it, but, I just couldn't miss today. Alarick is a good friend and I just had to come and greet the old Rascal." he says, smiling. He delicately grabs my hand, pulling it forward and placing a kiss on my knuckles.

my name is Erica Williams, I'm the head of the creative unit" after which I sat down. When everyone had finished introducing themselves. The man went over to whisper some inaudible words to the miserable man sitting at Mr. Wallace's chair. After which the chair turned and the person was none other than my ex. "my name is Damian, Damian Anderson and I'm your new CEO," He said, as his eyes fell on mine. Daring me to do my worst. "It's a dream Erica, now it's time to wake up" I close my eyes and concentrated on waking up. "Wake up Erica" "wake up" I did not know I was mumbling out loud till I felt someone's hand touch mine. It was Frank's. I opened my eyes and everything seem the same, it wasn'

He mirrors my same look of confusion. "Wrenley?" He says. "Is that you? R-Rachel's daughter?" My lips part ever so slightly. "Um. Uh, yes. I-I am." Unease settles in my gut. The man takes a step or two closer with his hands awkward in his jacket pockets. "Well, this is unexpected. I didn't know your mother was back in Waindale." I swallow. "We moved here in the fall. A few months ago." "So, I'm guessing you know who I am then."

I won’t show him my brand, and I won’t relay that night with Time. “I’m trying to help you. My staff are trying to help you. Time is a dangerous immortal, who’s conscience does not exist,” Alden tells me slowly, trying to drill the idea into my head. “He’s done with you now. Who knows how long you would have had before he came back to finish what he started.” I flinch. “Excuse me?” Alden blinks, thick lashes framing those navy-blue eyes. “What part of that did you not understand?”