Daryl Dixon Novels & Stories

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

Daryl Poxter was in despair when he knew that the one he offended this morning was no ordinary person, and it turns out that he is the most feared person in the world who turned it up side down. He only realized when he got an earful scold from his superiors Gerald Green the President of the City Bank, Dallas branch. If he could not manage to get Jae Gray and his wife Hazel Young to forgive him he would lost his job but also his own life, and even drag Gerald Green down with him. Daryl Poxter had panicked the moment he realized how much trouble he had gotten himself into. After a brief realization he quickly rushed to the Yong business office after patching himself up to look for Jae Gray an

I asked after pulling out of his hands, "Alex told me ho, w, "he said smiling. "You want to come in?" I asked Do you want me to come in" he asked staring into my eyes, I could feel my heart melt into his. "Yes, come on," I said. dragging him into the house, with a burst of happiness I never knew I had till now. We went into the house as my father looked at him with a little surprise on his face. "Good day Mr. Williams, I'm so sorry we have to meet like this, my name is Damian Anderson, he aid while exchanging pleasantries with dad.

she answered shortly. Dixon just simply looked at her and nodded. He did not ask further about the man from Sydney instead he tried to focus on his driving.There is no need to let Daffodil know that he did not buy her alibi about the man. Dixon has another picture of Daffodil and the man from Sydney, walking hand and hand when they went outside of the restaurant.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

guy but tends to be a playboy. Shit, with the way he looks and the energy he oozes, I’m not surprised, hell he has been the starring role in my recent shower releases. Grayson is close to the same but much more discrete. However, Audrie has experience with Grayson. She tells me about a hot and steamy hook-up they had outside of this Club on the outskirts of Clear Creek.

Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word. '- I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.

Daisy stood beside her car, the file still clutched tightly in her hand, its weight a tangible reminder of the choice laid before her. Twenty billion dollars, a sum that could rewrite her life's narrative in a single stroke, yet its acquisition tethered to a morally tangled web. 'This is no way Seth Nathaniel would allow me to do this...unless we could use the money to pay off the investors that are threatening to leave MetaX, his late father's company.' Daisy Hunter's thoughts raced as she stepped into her black sedan SUV. "I need to talk to Allison Melody before I even make my decision." Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home.

Danika Williams It was a tiring day, I was on the ramp all day, with those hot lights blasting on my face and high heels which I think were invented to murder feet. I just wanted to go home, shower and have sex with Henry. Henry wasn’t my friend or my boyfriend. He was a guy I have sex with sometimes when I am not dating anyone. He is totally gorgeous but unfortunately he is a dolt. You can’t have a normal conversation with him, his IQ is that low. But its good sex, also he just leaves after we are done so I don’t have to worry about getting rid of him like some other guys.

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.”