Novelas y relatos de Darren Dalton

“I moved here on November the 18th last year.” “Objection, relevance.” Gideon shouted. “Mr. Davenport brought into question the memory of the witness; I am simply testing the waters on that subject.” “Very well, keep it within scope Mrs. Ward.” The judge agreed. Evelyn nodded and turned back to me, “It’s safe to say then that the one-night stand happened around the beginning of December, is that correct?” “Yes.” “Now, Miss Garrison this was someone you were intimate with, do you remember their name?”

Darren hooked his lips and leaned in, "I'll let you know that my whole body is the best,Daphne!" “Call me Director Howard, and in the future,and in the future,if you call me Daphne,you’ll get a deduction.” Darren shook his long legs and walked to the door, then suddenly dropped his head again, those peach blossom eyes flashing with inexplicable emotions, "Director, see you tomorrow!" An indescribable feeling surged through Daphne. She could see that Darren was not from a bad background, the pair of shoes under his feet alone were worth tens of thousands of dollars, and the watch on his wrist was a Patek Philippe so she wasn't too worried that he would be unfavorable to Nora.

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

look. Only then did Sabrina notice Stewart beside Vanya. She quickly put on a smile and approached him. "Isn't this Stewart? Here for Mr. Calvert's contract discussion? This way, please." Stewart, expressionless, replied, "Not me. Our CEO, Miss Dalton is here to meet with Mr. Thompson." "Miss Dalton?" Sabrina glanced around but saw no one. Stewart gestured toward Vanya. "This is our CEO, Vanya Dalton from the Dalton family."

I made my way over with smile on my face. “Hay Darren,” I called out as I got closer “Its so great to see you.” I reach around and give him a quick hug. “You too kiddo.” He beams back at me, “Your Dad would be so proud of the warrior you've become Avalon.” Ben did not get his hair from his Dad, but he did get his build. Darren was a powerhouse. His size dwarfed me. Even his wife Marlene looked like an insect next to her husband and son. His face was battle weary, sporting a large scar that ran from his forehead down his cheek and finished just at the opening of his shirt collar. His dark brown hair peppered with silver. He was the definition of Hunter. Badass and not afraid to show it.

“I could ask you why you’re here, too.” Dalton comes into view. In the near total darkness, his features are shadowed, nothing but the brief outline of his lit cigarette to cast a shred of light over his chiseled face. Compared to the finance bros from the club, Dalton is ruggedly handsome with an edge of mystery I find fascinating, not the classically charming Ivy League type at all. He’s the type of guy I’d expect to run into at a dark poetry reading at a bookstore in Seattle, and that’s not a bad thing. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

He obviously expected me to deny the charges. “Before that, I would like to present my men. I want the head-council to see how much damage that Talon did to my men.” Dalton bowed before Ariel. “Permission granted.” Dalton flashed me a confident smile, as he left the council hall to get his men. Few minutes later, he arrived with the men whom I recognised. They had red blotches all over their body, which was as a result of the black salt. The blotches would definitely fade away with time.

"Mr. Dankworth, please, just call me Daniel. I believe I've been here often enough." My mother's expression shifted, a hint of pride coloring her features. "Darren is based in the U.S.," she said, touching Daniel's arm lightly, "only here for a visit. Though I suspect he plans to return soon, don't you, Darren?" Darren hesitated, his gaze finding mine.

No one dared to stop him. Darren was waiting for us in his office, sprawled behind his desk like a king on his throne. A smug grin stretched across his face as he leaned back in his chair. “Well, well. To what do I owe the honor?” His gaze flicked to me, lingering in a way that made my skin crawl. Dante’s grip on my waist tightened, a silent warning. “You know why we’re here. Sign the divorce papers. Now.” Darren chuckled, reaching for the document Dante slid across the desk and that's when realization hit me, Darren doesn't know who Dante is. He had only met Gareth but not Dante.

“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.”