Daryl Dixon Beth Greene Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Dravonia. Dixon’s arm tightened fractionally around Nerina’s shoulders, his grip on her hand tightening just enough to feel possessive, his smile never faltering, but his eyes sharpened as the carriage slowed to a stop. Zoe shifted subtly behind them, her posture alert. Nerina’s heart quickened, the warmth of Dixon’s touch suddenly feeling less like affection and more like a claim as the Dravonian seal gleamed coldly in the dying light, a stark reminder of the Lycan’s reach.

I watched their eyes go wide before I slowly turned to the voice that had paused my misery and pain. There, on the other side of them, stood a furious Dixon Greene. His fists were clenching and unclenching, along with his jaws. His bright grey eyes were full of anger. Very dark and scary. His eyes were set on the two men that were still on me. And if looks could kill, the glare on Dixon's face would have the men dead in seconds.

As he held his phone in his trembling hands, all his strength was being drawn out of his body. ‘While I was still mourning over the loss of my son, Aaron, Areiza had begun a new life.’ Thinking like that, a bitter smile appeared on his lips. All sorts of complicated emotions plagued his heart; sadness and jealousy among them. Darren felt so conflicted he didn’t want to accept that this was truly happening. “Dylan is lucky that he can have the best woman in the world. He is obviously trying to provoke you, Darren. Why don’t you accept his challenge?” asked Alex.

He leaves without another word, and I give Oliver a pointed look. He crosses his arms, glaring at the door like it personally offended him. “Not a word, Tristan.” I put my hands up in mock surrender, but I can’t hide my grin. “Hey, whatever makes you happy. You’ve got my blessing.” He flips me off, but his cheeks are still pink. I almost want to tease him more, but I’m distracted by my phone buzzing on the dresser. It’s a text from Dylan. You good? My heart does that stupid flutter thing it only does with him. I type back, Yeah. Just making Oliver regret every life decision.

Dylan says. Dylan goes to jump up, as does Riley, but I put my foot down and tell both of them to sit their asses down. I grab Dylan by the back of his shirt and force him to lay his ass back down. Dylan grunts as he falls back down. I shoot Riley a glare which he returns. Arlo tells us to stop, which neither of us does. I drop my eyes when I feel a hand creep up the back of my shirt. I feel goosebumps form as the hand creeps higher until a pillow lands on Dylan’s head. “You fucker.” Dylan growls.

"Damon said that out of all of the women in Dallas you ended up with Ana's sister? That's just so far beyond fucked up. I'm mind-blown." "Matt! Really?" Bethany moved up beside him and reached for my hand, pulling me into the foyer of the Bryant mansion. "I swear you have no filter what-so-ever." Why I let Damon talk me into dinner with everyone was beyond me. "I'm good. He's right." I reached up and ran my hand through my hair as Bethany released my wrist and moved into the kitchen. "It's pretty fucked up." "How did you not put two and two together?" Damon walked in behind me, brushing his shoulder by mine as he made his way toward Bethany. He brushed his fingers over the curve of her ass,

Lena whispered into his ears. "We are going home," Darian replied in a bored tone. "Oh, oh, oh." She slapped his back. "You naughty boy! What do you want to do to me at home?" Dickson and Harrison exchanged a knowing glance as they trailed behind Darian and Lena. "To lay you on your bed and feed you so much food tomorrow morning. You are so light, do you even eat at all?" Darian shook his head, he was walking so slowly because of Lena. He enjoyed how she whispered in his ears whenever she wanted to talk.

I said, ending the conversation. — The group trip started the usual way—with a long drive. “Jessica and I have been fighting more and more,” Aaron started venting. “Why?” I asked. “Over everything,” he sighed. ”I’m starting to think I won’t end up like Daryl.” “What do you mean, Daryl? What’s happening with you?” I asked Daryl. “I’m planning to propose to Diane this year,” he said with a smile. “She’ll be finishing hairdressing school soon.”

“Pull over. I’m getting out.” Daryl’s eyes darkened. “You were fine a minute ago. What are you upset about now?” Jennie gave a cold laugh. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to go anymore.” Daryl’s expression instantly hardened. He grabbed her hand again. The more she tried to pull away, the tighter his grip became. “You know Chandler Corporation’s future is still in my hands.” His voice turned cold. “Behave, and everyone stays out of trouble. But if you insist on making this difficult, you know what I’m capable of.”

"It's amusing how you decide to speak up mere seconds after Alan. Could there be a story there, Hailey Dax?" Daciana glanced at Alan, noticing his clenched jaw and the tension. As for Hailey, her lips parted repeatedly in surprise before her features morphed into anger. "You pathetic little..." She was about to step forward when Axel growled beside Daciana, forcing her to sit back on her chair begrudgingly. "Daciana Gavin, what is the point of all this?" Beta Dax asked just then, glancing at the audience as if he was trying to make sure they were listening. "These people have to go home soon and you're wasting their time. And then... Axel."