Daryl Dixon Novels & Stories

If he's afraid already then he's in for a world of surprise and pain if he doesn't tell us what we want to know and soon. "My name is Talon, I am... was a member of the pack that you destroyed and Aria is my mate. I didn't come here to cause trouble but I won't be leaving without my mate." Yeah, this guy is seriously cooked. "And how did you get in here?" He seems to be trying to avoid that question but I'm not letting it go. Something is clearly off with this guy and of course, Nick has already picked up on it too as suddenly six of our warriors come from outside of the room and surround the prick.

She did not want to offend Kenneth because the Dixon family was one of the most powerful families in Grayvale, and they had connections to the government. “Hmph! Make this security guard slap himself ten times and apologize to Mr. Dixon. Then, make him get out of here now! Otherwise, don’t even consider a collaboration!” Waylon shouted. Dustin’s face darkened, and an icy glint flashed in his eyes. “You’re very rude,” he said indifferently. “Why? Not willing to do as you’re told? Do you know who Mr. Dixon is?” Waylon asked icily. “If you don’t do what I say, I’ll teach you a proper lesson!”

[Antagonist] ADRIAN’S POV: I stared at the body of one of my best hitmen, struggling to contain the anger that threatened to rip me apart. Darryl. That was his name. A marksman who was known for his efficiency on the gun, Darryl had made a name on the dark streets of the underworld in Cleveland. The stories that followed him were immense. They said he could shoot from any angle. Darryl, they said, could duck a bullet without even flinching. Darryl “the hitman” had once shot an opposition’s bullet with his own bullet before proceeding to finish them off.

And oh, I definitely got up from where I was sitting when Ariana Grande made an appearance. She was someone I couldn't bear to watch from afar. She stood there, waving elegantly and blowing kisses as her heels descended on the stairs. I couldn't get much of a glimpse of her, though, but that dissatisfaction faded when I saw Michelle Blaze make his appearance. He was dressed in a Dior T-shirt and baggy trousers, a diamond chain hanging from his neck as a different style of Gold mask relaxed on his face. His hair was neatly braided to the back as he chewed a piece of Gum in his mouth, while talking to his manager.

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.

“Whatever the case is, it’s definitely all over for him! There’s no way he’s going to get out of this situation unharmed!” While several people in the crowd sighed with sympathy for Gerald, many others were simply excited to watch what was going to happen next. It wasn’t long after before the whispers grew even softer. This was because another middle-aged man could be seen walking over with a few of his men. Everyone present already knew who he was. He was Dixon Harell, the king of real estate development! “What on earth is going on here?” asked Dixon in a chilling voice as he turned to look at how badly Mr. Lavington had gotten beaten up. In a way, Lavington being treated like this was equi

Their table was loaded with glasses of beer. “Caelan, did you manage to find anything about the Dixon family?” asked Darryl. “Hall Master, I’ve checked about them. The head of the Dixon family is Timothy Dixon, he has a son named Donoghue Dixon. Besides that, Timothy Dixon also took in four stepsons and named them after natural phenomena, Zephyr Dixon, Nimbus Dixon, Levin Dixon, and Volt Dixon. Pfft. Volt Dixon? Darryl almost spat out the tea he just sipped.

That's my girl. “ Okay, explain.” I tell them snapping my fingers at Creed as he watched Charlotte eat her food “ oh right” he said shaking his head “ We found traces of his scent in the west end of the territory.” Ryan says I raise an eyebrow as Charlotte hands her coffee to Creed for him to hold. He takes it without hesitation. “ on our territory??” She says through a mouth full of food. Reaching her hand back out for her coffee. Again he hands it to her without blinking.

"My daddy said that real men..." "Your daddy is an idiot," I snapped, crouching down to Isaac's level. His lower lip quivered at my harsh tone. "Real men use their words and their minds. They use their hearts. Frightened little boys who want to make themselves feel big by picking on women and children use their fists. You are nothing like your father, Isaac, you hear me?" Isaac nodded slowly backing away from me as I spoke. "You're better than Kobe, Isaac. And you won't spend your life in prison."

Michael frowned uncontrollably when he heard my question. "Dahlia? It doesn't ring a bell, mate. What about it?" He asked. “In my dream, Ezekiel was already two years old and we were in the flower garden, I don't know why we're in that place. While I was having fun with Ezekiel, there were three men wearing black hoods that suddenly appeared, and then they said they were Dahlia. The worst part of my dream was when they take Ezekiel away from me and there's nothing I can do to take him back." I told Michael about my dream.