Dash Baxter Novels & Stories

“Hahaha, I’ve been holding onto my last breath in the Scholar Tower for years. Isn’t it all for this? You can’t go against your fate! You are destined to not be able to enter the Demigod Realm during your lifetime. Why must you try to make it happen?” “The Dowager had shown you nothing but kindness when she was still alive. Since then, she had already moved on to the afterlife for a very long tie. Shouldn’t you accompany her down there? She’s been alone for a century, after all! How dare you not accompany her as her slave? You're the treacherous one here!” Baxter had lived for so long, so it was natural that he had nothing to lose. After mocking Sporus, he looked at Tyr and Dillon. “You two,

He looks kind of beaten up, but he’s not limping or obviously bleeding. Baxter brings the others over to join us. He puts two fingers up at Black as he reaches us, and gives me a nod. “Boss.” It’s harder to tell whether Baxter’s been hurt. He’s got old scars and a weatherbeaten face. Those hide things like that. “/You good?/” I ask him. “/How the hell did you… that!/” He gestures at Black and his crew.

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

The look on his face was terrifying, so I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin. “Next time you come at me like that, remember I can take this to the council. You all signed an agreement that I will not be tortured, abused, or mistreated here. You hear me?” I said, forcing my voice against Baxter. Baxter was always the silent type, the one who could do damage without words. He was the most mysterious and the eeriest of them. People said that once you cross paths with Baxter, he knows everything about you. He clenched his jaw as he stared at my face, and for a moment his eyes lingered on my hair and dropped to my body before he forced himself to look away.

I confirmed his suspensions before the realisation that I was simply prolonging the inevitable hit me like a ton of bricks. “Then I believe it is a good thing that you and I stumbled across each other; I will help you once we arrive, to get back on your feet Princess, get you to a place where even that rich entitled asshole can’t touch you.” Baxter spoke after taking a moment to understand what I said, where I turn to face him with utter shock once again. “You will, but why?” Is all I could seem to ask as I watched his face change slightly as he looked out to the winding road which spanned in front of us.

“We’ve got a problem.” “Okay, Bryan. thanks. Just tell Cal to bill me and I’ll take care of the invoice as soon as I’m back.” David heard the warning that his battery was about to die. “Perfect. Bring your main kit with you, too, would you? See you tomorrow.” He hit the button to drop anchor and settled in. “Well?” Bonnie sat on the bench nearby, her legs and arms crossed. David glanced away. She’d worn those shorts again. The ones that distracted him to the point he all but forgot his name.

I am too shaken to think. "I don't get you", he raises a brow in confusion. "Did you hear what she said?" "That's why I fired her", he replies. "No, she said something before that." I shake my head. "What did she say?" He ask. A tear roll down my eyes. "Baxter is responsible for the accident." "What? How did you know that?" I am now in his arms. "She said Baxter made a mistake. I am supposed to be 6 feets deep down the ground."

The seat is a comfortable settee, grey in colour and plush to sit on but that doesn't help at all with the unease I feel. Now that I'm here, in front of a whole media team, with the camera rolling in my face and their attentions fully on me, I finally begin to doubt if this was really the best course of action. Baxter on the other hand is suddenly repackaged into a three piece black suit that fits his frame perfectly. He's sat in front of me, giving a few last minute orders before the cameras officially start rolling in. When he's done, he turns to me and lightly grazes his palm over mine. I allow myself to look into his beautiful eyes.

Why would these people appear in this small Uppercreek hospital today? What the hell was going on here? However, the next scene left everyone dumbfounded. The medical team led by Danny walked up to Philip. Danny said, “I’m Danny Baxter. It’s nice to meet you, Young Master Clarke.”

She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini, and her face contorts in disgust after her first sip. I chuckle, tilting my head as I observe her. She wears a sash, but due to the distance and dim lighting, I am unable to decipher its inscription. "Gelo," I utter, the name of my beta. "I desire to know the message on her sash." Gelo chuckles next to me, catching my eye. "It's her twenty-second birthday. Her sash says to buy her a drink. I've sent you, her details." My phone vibrates a moment later. I pull it out of my pocket, her username shining brightly on the screen. The temptation to ignore this perfect chance tugs at me, but I can't resist the mystery of the unknown