Darry From Outsiders Novels & Stories

“Just listen—” “No.” His tone was sharp enough to stop me. Then, softer, “Nothing’s happening to you.” I closed my eyes again. “You sound sure.” “I am.” The car hit a bump, pain spiked through my arm, and I bit my lip. He cursed under his breath and tightened his hold. When we finally slowed down, I heard shouting outside again. It was a collection of different voices, not gunfire this time. Doors opened, footsteps ran toward us. “Boss!” someone called. “We have a doctor inside!”

Maxwell stood outside Dari's door, waiting impatiently for her to open up, he had heard her turn the vacuum cleaner off, so there was no doubt she could hear her doorbell ringing. Thanks to the information on Dari provided by his Private investigator Timothy Andrew finding her apartment was an easy task. When Timothy sent the information he had gathered on Dari Williams, he had been surprised at how quickly he had got the information, Her family's Socioeconomic background, her educational background and past relationships, and her employment status. From what he read about her last night, she was from an average family, the youngest of four sisters. She had no criminal record or history of d

Christians comment was snarky and I knew what he was trying to say, he was doing me a favour. “Inside” is all Daryl says and walks me to the packhouse. I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or angry with me but he wasn’t willing to talk whilst we were outside. Some of the pack members were hovering around and giving us strange looks, well they were probably looking at me wearing just a jacket that barely covered my ass or maybe they were looking at the scars that littered my legs. Christian follows us and as we walk up into the packhouse, he pauses but Daryl tells him to come inside. We walk in silence to Daryl’s office and once inside he locks the door. “What the hell happened out there?”

I suddenly stopped what I was doing when I heard a crackle, it was like the crackle I heard earlier outside the safe house. "Um, guys? Did you hear it?" I asked Mason and Lautner, they stopped talking and observed around. "It's Frodo," Lautner replied and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when I heard what he just said. Who is Frodo? Is there anyone else here besides us? "Frodo's a dog, his owner always lets him wander around here every night," Lautner added as if he had read whatever I was thinking right now. "So we're not the only one here?" I asked uncontrollably and I started thinking about bad things like that person, Frodo's owner might have contact with Luciano or Fred and tip them

Leonardo asks. "We're in the same organization that helps out the scholars in the university." "Oh, how charitable of him." “Truly,” Katcha scoffs bitterly, “How did Darryl end up with you?” “He was a son of a whore. He was very helpful in the brothels, so I took him in after his mom died from HIV.”

The ones who came with Lev and Bree earlier were there, including the man who drove the car Elliot gifted Paige. "We have her now!" Bree cheerfully informed the guys. I forced a smile. I have nothing to worry about, but that's how I feel. I looked at each of them, smiling as Bree introduced them to me individually. They seem decent. Bree introduced them all politely. Daxon is a businessman, Jake is a doctor, Jeru is a famous Hollywood actor and model, Logan is a businessman and soon-to-be politician, and Lev is Bree's husband. I smiled at Bree's lovey-dovey tone. She told me more about Lev and herself; their relationship is probably new. I gave them all another smile, thinking I had seen the

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

"I don't beg for attention from girls. They beg for mine. I told you, didn't it? I am David Park, the Adonis of the town. With my perfectly chiseled jawline, mesmerizing hazel eyes, and impeccable sense of style, I am -and will always be- the center of attention wherever I go," he retorted, a smug expression adorning his face. They both glared at each other, Avery frowning and David smirking, and just as the tension escalated, the door swung open, causing Avery and David to crash onto the floor. It was the guys from inside the house who had opened the door, interrupting David and Avery.

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. Allen secretly glanced at Damien, then at the trembling young girl, feeling a flicker of pity. But that pity stayed only in his heart—he didn’t dare show it, for fear of being dragged into trouble. Damien was not a normal man. Most people knew that. He might seem friendly in conversation one moment, but the next, at the slightest displeasure, he could turn cold and cruel. That’s why every meeting with Damien felt so scared to Allen, just want to end it quickly

F*ck! Darryl stopped short, flashing a pained smile. "You've got it all wrong. I'm really not a human trafficker. I'm Darryl Darby, from the Elysium Gate." To tell the truth, Darryl did not wish to expose his identity. Yet with how things were going, he had no other choice.