Darry Curtis Novels & Stories

EPISODE 4: Searching for one Damien shook the hand of the man sitting opposite him and smiled. His eyes shone beneath the sky and his hair danced and bounced with each move he made. A business deal was done and dusted and once again, his territory had been expanded. It was something to be proud of, something to be excited about, something to want too merry for. And yes, he would feast again to celebrate this new expansion and let the world know that he wasn’t going to stop.

Dante beamed and asked the man to unstrap Curtis’s hands from the plaster. Curtis grinned in a bit pain as he rolled his wrists. “So, as I told you we both know each other…and you know I hate to hear ‘No’, Curtis!” Dante folded his two arms in his front while he gazed at Curtis who seemed limping already as the man had no other choice but working for him.

Damien continued looking at Emma but said, “Mr. Allen, I don’t recall telling you to stop. Don’t you want to continue?” Hearing that, Allen quickly continued speaking. This wasn’t the first time he had discussed business with Damien, but it was the first time Damien hadn’t shown his “twisted” side. Anyone who had dealt with Damien knew he was a sadistic and perverted man to the point of being terrifying. Emma wasn’t the first to tremble and spill wine on the table. It seemed like a minor issue—perhaps just worth a few scoldings—but in the past, Damien had instructed his bodyguards to drag people out and beat them, regardless of gender.

I begin slowly. Darren smiles and nods. “Where I got the money? I’m a day trader. A good one. I’ve built my fortune over two decades, and now I’m just coasting. I’ve always focused on my career, on making money to make myself comfortable, but also to spend on worthwhile causes.” “Like what?” I prompt. “Various charities. Paying off other people’s debts. Funding scholarships, donating to social programs. Anything to feel like my fortune is being used, not squandered,” he explains.

Mason explained to me before he said goodbye and I just nodded at him in response. When Mason left, I couldn't help but stare at the black card I was holding, I never thought that this black card could do so much. After a few minutes, I was still sitting on the couch and marvel my eyes around until it stops on a familiar face, Noah 'fucking' Centineo, a famous Hollywood actor, played the character of Peter Kavinsky in the movie 'To All The Boys I Loved Before'. Until now, I'm still trying to process everything that happened tonight, I can't believe that a famous actor like Noah Centineo would agree to be a stripper.

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.

I moved my body away from Catrina, and she looked up with tears streaming down her face. “Catrina, do you understand?” Dane asked, demanding an answer. She nodded slowly and said, “Yes,” as she struggled to speak through her tears. Dane turned to face the crowd and said, “Now go on, continue with your night.” After the people dispersed and went back to their daily routines, Catrina gazed at me and inquired, “Why?” in a state of puzzlement. “Why what?” I replied. “Would you sacrifice your life for me?”

"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.

"I’ll still vote for him, though—because he is my crush." "That's if there will even be an election," the bold voice reported. "Word is that Donovan fell out with Harry, another cult member who's also running. Harry has joined a different cult now. I’m worried there might be violence on campus during the elections." She sighed. "Gosh, when will cultism end at this school?" "I know, right? But did you see his engagement video? The guy is rich," the tiny voice said dreamily. "You’re a lost cause," the bold voice replied. “But count yourself lucky you're not his girl. Frat guys beat their girls."