Daryl Dixon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The exact thing I needed. I added another finger. “I need… Ahh… you to fuck me daddy…” I moaned louder. Brenda is a heavy sleeper, she wouldn't hear me, and her room wasn't close to mine. I pushed the fingers in deeper, stretching myself, thinking of how much more Damian's dick would stretch me. “Fuck!” I'd do anything to have his dick in me… Just anything. Suddenly, the door sprung open. I quickly removed my hands from my pussy.

Al-" Ariel rushed out in a breath, pushing Alex back to the door, but she paused when her gaze landed on the door. Her body shook in fear as her hands left Alex's arms. Alex seemed to have sensed her fear and followed her line of sight, to see Damien standing at the door of her room with a furious look on his face. "Da-" he tried calling his name, but Damien already had him pinned to the wall.

Especially with Angel and her goons. She laughed and focused her attention on Dmitry. “You see Mr. Whoever-You-Are, our girl Dani is a prude. Guys almost as handsome as you show interest in her, and well, let’s just say the feeling is anything but mutual. She thinks she’s too good for anyone in this town.” Not giving him a chance to say anything, she brought her attention to me. “What is this? The first guy you’ve dated in years. Or need I say Ever. Are you going to tease and leave him too?”

I nodded fast to hide the flush in my face and coughed to stifle a moan, while my walls clenched tightly around his fighter, and everything inside me was pushing me to ground down over his finger until I got my orgasm. “Thank you for your input, Miss Ariana.” Dax drawled before facing away from me and I heaved in relief when everyone’s attention finally left my face, making me able to relax a little. The relief barely lasted a minute before I felt him attempt to push his second finger into me.

That was a true lead, a chance to pinpoint the people funding this psychopathic shit. I was tired of hiding behind smiles and civility. Evangeline would be proud. Knowing my scent would give me away I let time resume and rounded the corner as if I’d been on my way upstairs. Both had their backs turned to the wall. They were on the lookout. They knew what they were doing would get them into trouble. I would have thought the pink tint to Fallon’s cheeks and the way she fidgeted whilst glancing down at her feet meant she felt something for Dixon. Maybe I would’ve told myself they had a relationship going, and that he was helping her through her healing journey.

I stop talking when a deep sound comes from his mouth. "You do?" "Yes. I know everything I need to know about you, Miss Dixon," D’Angelo continues. "Evy Dixon, daughter of the late Andrew Dixon who passed away just over two weeks ago in a tragic car accident. Your brother John Dixon is a typical spoiled child who always had your mother's blessing to do whatever he pleased and spend the family's money on frivolities and parties. I must say, it's what he's best at due to his track record," he grumbles. "And as soon as he saw the opportunity, he left home, leaving his younger sister—meaning you—to deal with the family's bankruptcy issues. Your mother Judy Dixon is currently in a nursing home, s

"Daryl, he's growing so fast. I hate that you're missing it, but we are still waiting for you to wake up. I...it's going to be different when you come back to us. There are things we need to talk about, but I know you want me to be happy, so please, please don't make us wait much longer." Daryl wanted so badly to answer her pleas, so he answered her in his mind. 'I love you so much. As soon as I know how to get myself out of this mess, I will come back to you. Don't give up on me.' His mate was gone after that, but he fought off the saddness and lonliness of her absence. He made his mind up. He would endure anything to return to Broken Paw Pack and Emma. He didn't care how long it took, or h

Damien just gazed at him. Zia waited for Dylan's response and what he did startled her. Dylan hugged Damien, making Damien befuddled too. "Your love changed you," Dylan pulled back and smiled at Damien. "And I am both proud and happy about it, Damien," Dylan uttered, sincerely. He was aware of Damien's mental health condition from the beginning, but he was not aware of his terribly painful past until last night. Last night, Larisa and Reid told him and Chloe about his past and his mother. Dylan's heart filled with sympathy and somehow Chloe felt bad for him too after knowing about his childhood, and that was the reason her pain took over her anger for him.

But in that moment, I saw a spark: recognition, approval, maybe even interest. The enemy retreated under the combined force of Darius’ pack and the strategic advantage I had unknowingly provided. By the time silence fell over the clearing, the forest no longer whispered with danger. But my pulse hadn’t slowed. Not entirely. Darius came closer, and I caught his scent: wood, iron, and something faintly human. “You could have been killed,” he said, his voice low and almost a growl. “I… helped,” I said, barely meeting his eyes. His lips curved in a way that was half smirk, half threat. “Yes. And you intrigued me. That’s dangerous, Ayla. Do you understand?”

The man clasped his hands behind his back like this was a business meeting instead of a breach. “My name is Victor Hale,” he said. “And I believe we share… family concerns.” The words hit like a physical blow. Dylan didn’t react outwardly, but I felt the tension coil through him. “You have five seconds left,” Dylan replied. Victor’s gaze shifted to me. Assessing. Calculating. Lingering far too long. Disgust crawled up my spine. “You look exactly like she said you would,” he murmured. My stomach dropped.