Daryl Daryl Novels & Stories

I wondered aloud. Daryl sighed, sympathy evident in his eyes. "I know, Lily. It's not fair, but sometimes we get tangled up in things beyond our control. I wish I could do more to help." "So your mother is the one in control?" I asked in surprise. Daryl nodded, a shadow crossing his features. "Yeah, I'm Prince Daryl. Sorry for not introducing myself like that earlier. I've tried to talk her out of it, but Mother can be strong-headed."

I started to reply, but my words were cut short. "I'm with her!" A familiar voice boomed behind me, sending a jolt of surprise through my body. I turned, my eyes widening in disbelief. There, standing behind me, was Daryl. He was finally here. He smiled, his eyes filled with a warmth that melted away the tension that had been building within me. "I'm Daryl James Jimenez, Tyra's boyfriend," he said, extending his hand towards Monica. His voice was confident, his demeanor assured.

Daryl. He stepped onto the balcony like he owned it. He was barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans that hung low on his hips. His hair was still damp from his shower, strands falling messily across his forehead. His body looked so effortless. Daryl was the kind of man who didn’t even realize how dangerous he looked. His eyes locked on mine and the easy smirk on his lips disappeared. “What the hell are you doing out here?” he asked, voice sharp. Then his eyes locked on Lyra. “Leave us now.”

As his car slowed at a small intersection, Daryl’s eyes caught sight of a familiar figure. A woman stood in front of a flower shop. Long hair, a slender figure, wearing a light cream cardigan. Cheesy. It was her. Without thinking, Daryl slammed the brakes and jumped out of the car. Several drivers behind him honked loudly, but he ignored them. “CHEESY!!” he shouted. The woman turned, startled. Then Daryl stormed up to her and grabbed her arm roughly. "You think you can run from me?!" he growled. "You're mine, Cheesy! Mine!"

Amara, somewhat frustrated at his subservience, smiled in the guise of an elder and spoke: “Young Master, Harper is still young. Sometimes she doesn’t know better, like just now. Daryl came by—he’s a fellow alumnus—but didn’t even greet her. So, Young Master, please bear with her.” Chase’s expression darkened, and he whispered to Harper, “You know him?” Harper’s gaze froze on Daryl, icy and sharp. “I have… a very deep memory of this man.” Daryl raised his glass, preparing to toast with her, a lecherous smile on his face. “The junior still remembers me. I’m honored. Back then, I was young and mischievous, following a bunch of guys to mess with you. But that’s because you’ve always been pretty

me. Dalton sat me up and I shoved at him and pushed my self away using my hands and feet to crawl backwards to get away from him. His face was etched with pure concern and then he shook his head in defeat. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” He stared deep into my eyes. There was that strange pull again, like I wanted to crawl into his arms and never leave, “Try me.” I narrowed my eyes at him and stood up. He huffed and stood up from where he was crouching, “Fine, but before I do I need you to sit down. It’s a lot to take in and it seems like you might be prone to, um, falling.” He chuckled and I scowled at him, “I’m also prone to whoopin’ a grown man’s ass, tell me now.” I hesitantly

"Welcome back sir, a very tall Italian looking lady in a tight fitted dress and red lipstick said to Daryl as she went up towards him. Daryl nodded before walking past her as I followed behind him not missing the harsh stare I got from the lady. Why thou? Daryl entered a room with two couches, a changing room and a large mirror. Another lady came in after with a few different suits in her hand as she handed the first one to Daryl who took it and went to the changing room. I sat down and looked around at the paintings on the wall. A few minutes later he came out in a grey suit with a bow tie and white cuffs on the sleeves. He looked good. He started inspecting himself in the mirror turning ab

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

It is so delicious and flavorful! "This is delicious, mom! You're the best cook ever!" She just smiles and eats with me. The next morning, everyone is talking about Hilary. "Who would do that to her?" "Maybe some stalker, you know how perfect that girl is." "Celestia!" I turn my gaze to one of my classmates named Darrel. "Hilary is indeed missing?" he asked with a worried face. "Y-yes." "Dang! Whoever kidnapped her should die!" he's Hilary's groupmate in Science. I mean who can't resist Hilary's charm? She's so friendly.

seeing him in her dreams. She needs to see him... Pidge opened her phone and looked for Dylan on the Facebook search engine. A lot of guys named Dylan appeared on the phone screen while she scrolled down just to see his picture. Clicking on his name his profile picture remained open when she saw the very handsome face of the guy. Her heart skipped a beat seeing the shirtless profile picture of Dylan. "Dylan Maxwell..." she mumbled under her breath. Suddenly her finger hit the button of request and it was sent by now.