Darren Dalton Novels & Stories

Darren chuckled. "Please don't be so formal. Call me Darren." Sarah nodded her head before turning to her mother who was still confused by the exchange of the duo. "Mom, he's Darren Auger. He's a major investor of my college and he once visited the place so I assisted him." Easter finally nodded understanding why Sarah knew him. She thought he was just Sebastian's friend but didn't know he knew her daughter as well. "Dear, you should eat something." Easter said to Darren who was just simply drinking wine while gazing at the temptress in silence making him smile at her. He looked slightly drunk which didn't go unnoticed by Sarah.

He would've destroyed Rebecca and made her disappear from this world. Alas, Darren had grown old. He had done everything he could, yet it was pointless. He only started regretting his actions in the few days that followed. David hadn't done anything to Darren. He didn't visit or allow anyone to visit him. Because of that, Darren became an ordinary old person who had meals, ate medicines, and slept. Occasionally, the nurse would push Darren in a wheelchair out to the gardens for some sun. Of course, Darren wasn't entirely cut off from the world's news. He could still watch the television. Through finance channels, he learned the Winston Group had returned to Daniel, and its market value soare

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

Alpha Wyatt never came back to the Packhouse while I was there, so I never even got to talk to him about anything—which didn’t help me get any sleep. I had just got to the diner and clocked in; Helping Amelia get the place ready to open, starting up some pots of coffee and making sure the dining area was clean and tidy. I make sure to unlock the doors and light up our open sign in the window. As I got behind the counter to put on my apron, my heart sinks to my stomach. Alpha Wyatt comes walking into the diner, ignoring him until I stopped in my tracks, his overpowering cologne flooding my nose. His smell took hold over me before I could even stop myself from turning around.

“Where the fuck? But anyways, Shawn… now we play for real, the team's watching” I swallowed, tasting blood and sweat, while my breath trembled. “You will not break me, you can't” I whispered, even as heat and pain exploded through my back. Darlington let out a dark, low laugh that sounded triumphant. “Oh, Shawn,” he said. “We will see. We will soon see exactly who breaks first.” **** RENNIE’S POV — VILLA INFILTRATION

The screen flickered to life, and recognition hit me like a fist to the gut. NEVA was an industry under Basil Stockton. Darren's grandfather. Darren—the illegitimate son of Basil's own son, the one they'd dragged out of obscurity at the International Werewolf Association's gathering last month. The old man had clapped Darren on the back, proud as anything, while the rest of us watched. Now Darren's company was in trouble, and Basil was rolling up his sleeves to fix it.

Stadium lights flashed across the arena, making my eyes sting. And then I saw it. A silhouette in the distance. A familiar figure. Dalton. I blinked again. But when I looked back— He was gone.

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

The idea of having a Lycan, a wolf that could control his shifting, as an enemy was not something that I wanted to deal with. “Keep your search going, I don’t want to find surprises up my front door…” “You needn’t worry, Nathan, if I wanted to kill you, I would have shifted back to the club” Donatello said, entering the office without bothering to knock on the door. His scent was masked by a woman’s, one who he has probably been screwing. His eyes met mine and he smirked, watching as Carter moved aside to stand by me, his beta, Matteo stood one step behind his Alpha, waiting for my reaction.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.