Daryl Dixon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He is my mate, he is mine and where I am, he will be- her eyes shone showing that there was no reply to her words. Dixon who felt his heart hammering in his chest lowered his head rummaging through the fur at the nape of her neck and licked the mark made by him. He felt her stifle a moan and wailed. At that moment he was so excited that he just wanted to get her out of there and make love to her to make her scream until he felt satiated. Her enemies looked at each other and knew that no matter how much they insisted she would not give in, in the best case scenario, she was letting them go without slitting their throats completely.

Dilan hesitated and looked at him and returned his gaze to his phone "What of lily?!" Dilan gazed at nix with a cold stare "I have nothing with her" "...." "You better move on!" "Like you did huh?!" He stood up and headed towards the door "Yea like I did" Nix laughed out coldly like a villain who had just caught his prey. He looked horrified at that moment. Dilan walked out. Nix hit the wall with full force as if exerting his anger on it. His hands were already bleeding profusely as an impact he had made on the wall. Something had come into his mind immediately

I softly wiped them off, savoring the touch of her skin because I hadn't been able to touch her in so long. "Merry Christmas, Sugarplum. I love you so much." I whispered to her as I ran my fingers through her tossled hair. I pulled out my chapstick from my back pocket, and carefully ran it over her lips. "You didn't deserve this Dyl, I wish it had been me instead." I cried, laying my head in the crook of her neck. "This was all my fault. I'm so sorry Dylan." I sobbed. - Dylan's POV I could hear him, every word. I could even smell him, and he smelled like Callum. A scent that I craved, even dreamt about while living through hell.

And Damon watched it all. Quietly. Carefully. Memorizing it. --- By evening, they returned. The villa stood quiet as usual. The car pulled in. Damon stepped out first. Then opened her side again. “Careful.” “I know,” she said, already used to it. He helped her out. One hand around her as they walked inside. The moment they entered— Damon’s eyes shifted. Sharp. Focused. There was someone there. Waiting. One of his men. A spy.

Daniyal started ignoring me... we rarely talked, he mostly spent his time with his friends... and I thought that he started to care about me... lol... stupid me. I made Lasagna for dinner and now I was waiting for him. My belly was grumbling. The aroma of food was distracting me. I glanced at the clock... it was 10 pm. I couldn't take this anymore... I did my dinner and dishes and walked to the bedroom. I sat on the bed and started looking at his belongings. I knew it's wrong to touch them without his permission but I was curious to know about him. I saw a black diary.

My eyes flew open in panic, but everything seemed to disappear when I saw the man standing at the door, his jaw clenched tightly and his grey eyes locked on Trevor and Simon in the deadliest glare. He came for me. He never forgot about me after all. My wish came true. "I have a wish," Dixon said, dusting his coat as he gave Trevor a side glance. "I hope you rot in fucking hell." "Well, well, well," Trevor smirked as he clapped his hands. " If it isn't the world's favorite hero coming to the rescue." **** Third Person's POV. "Dixon!" McKenna cried out.

As if on cue, there was another knock at the door, and it was Dixon, coming to inquire about his other half. “I’m sorry, but I really need to steal Reign back to help me finish painting.” I stared again. Dixon was six feet tall and had the same cocoa-brown complexion as his lover. His body showed evidence of many workouts, and his T-shirt and sweatpants indicated he had been working up a sweat getting things ready in the new house. Reign rolled her eyes and apologized for taking up too much time, looking like she was searching for any excuse to get out of work.

I'd blush too so I understood. “Fuck you man. It's time for bed so we should all head up and don't you fucking call me lover boy again” Simon retorted and with that, he left along with Clarissa so it was just me and Dax. “So about that kiss… I wasn't satisfied. It wasn't enough to tell me how much you love me, Miss. Sinclair” Dax began once no one was around and when I looked at him, I knew exactly what he had in mind.

Damon lifts his head to look at my shocked expression, and he smirks as he removes his fingers. “What do you think, Alana? Do you want me to bring your wanton fantasies about being fucked like a whore to life?”

" Daryl said while pretending to shudder. "Wait till Alexis hears about that." Mavis said with a smirk. Daryl's eyes shot open at the comment. Alexis? "Who's Alexis?" I asked the two of them. 'Daryl's mate, I haven't met her before but she sounds like one hell of a girl. Knows how to put him in his place." Mavis said with a smile. Daryl scoffed but kept his mouth shut. Mate? I didn't know he had one. "Anyway ... this show's still crap hand over the remote." Daryl said to Mavis since she was holding the remote.