Darren Dalton Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dalton was leading in the business world even despite all, but he could never allow him to take lead in both places. ~•••~ ~•••~ ~•••~ Ellen came back home so sad because Damon had cancelled their date at the last minute, only to hear more irritating news that Emma was bringing her boyfriend home that very night. It was a very annoying phenomenon to occur at the same pace and time for her, in which her mother could not just let go if everyone was not present. It was a sure thing that Dalton would attend the dinner, because it was an issue concerning his younger sister, Emma. Even if he really hated meeting people in that manner, especially when it came to inviting outsiders to his home, he w

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

He held my hands as he slowly led me to the altar, and everyone made way for us as we passed. Arriving at the altar, I could see how happy Dean was, even happier than I was, and all I did was laugh. "Today we have brought a great blessing into the Ghost Pack. Our Alpha, our ruler, we are glad to announce that he has found the one his heart has been searching for. Today, we are happy to tell you all that Alpha Dean now has a Luna." I could hear everyone becoming happy just hearing the priest say that, and I felt like crying for joy.

His face was blank with disbelief. He couldn't comprehend how Darren had lost! Who was Darren? He was a renowned martial artist from the five Northern provinces and he had perfected the Eternal Stride Techniques and he was considered an unbeatable presence. For the past 20 years, he had been undefeated in any duels. Darren had always been the embodiment of victory itself.

Dalton studied me for a second before giving a small nod. Just then, his assistant came rushing over, bowing quickly. “Sir, urgent call from headquarters—” Dalton held up a hand to stop her. Then he looked back at me. “Wait here,” he said in a low voice. “I won’t be long.” I nodded wordlessly. He turned and walked down the corridor in long strides with his assistant, his phone already ringing. He answered it with a sharp “Yes?” as he disappeared around the corner. Heading back into the ward, Amore was fast asleep and I quietly sit so as not to disturb her while I looked down at my phone gain. My stomach turned as I unlocked my screen and scrolled through the horrible posts, my hands tremblin

'I don't make it a habit of releasing details to strangers'. He laughs, a deep, hearty chuckle that makes me smile a bit. 'Good one, mate. Good one'. He reaches up and pulls down the hood, revealing the massive scar that rips his eye half close. A rough stubble lines his jaw, and he grins raggedly at me. 'I've looked better, I admit'. He leans forward. 'I'm Darren'. GYLEN 'Where next?' I squint down the forest, between the trees as far as I can see. It's all dark. 'We should keep moving,' I say. He turns and points down the line of spaced trees. 'That way looks promising'. 'No, Pedran, it looks easy'.

“Daniella Thornhill, Finds Love Again in the Arms of Business Guru & Eligible Bachelor, Dalton Archer.” What?! My eyes locked onto the massive, high-resolution photograph below the bold headline. It was from yesterday’s lunch. Dalton and me, seated across from each other, deep in conversation. At first glance, it looked intimate. Too intimate. Dalton, ever composed, had his signature smirk, his sharp blue eyes focused on me. And I—goddess, I was smiling. The warmth in my gaze, the way my body naturally leaned toward him, made it look as if we were sharing something deeply personal.

Donovan motioned someone to join them on stage, and Dante's eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized her. It was Darlyn Taylor, his ex-fiance. She was a conniving and selfish wolf who had always been jealous of his mate. Dante gritted his teeth. He’s not feeling good about this.

His expression didn’t change, but I could feel the weight of his stare like a challenge. He turned his head toward Kael. “And who’s this?” I sat up straighter. “This is Kael ,my beta and my best friend. He lives in the packhouse too.” Kael gave a polite nod, and Dalton just nodded back like he was mentally filing the information away. I crossed my arms. “What are you doing here, Dalton? Because if you think you can just waltz in here whenever you feel like it—” He arched a brow. “I came to tell you something. But clearly, you’d rather complain about your privacy.”

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."