Dawn X May Novels & Stories

As I lay down on my bed, I thought back to Xander. Was he mentioning the cafeteria because of what I said or genuinely several complaints that were mentioned to him? He never was an easy person to read. My mind drifted to tomorrow, and I was both eager and completely dreading it. How could I keep hiding my feelings when every moment with him made them soooooo much stronger? Later that evening, my phone buzzed with a text message. It was from Xander. Xander: Hey, Dawn. About tomorrow. I have a surprise for you. Can we meet at the clearing in the woods at dusk?

Obviously, no one is going to help me beat this mythical creature. “Great. Now I’m dead” I whispered to myself How did this even happen? Few hours earlier… I woke up earlier than the usual. The sun was yet to rise and I estimate the time to be around 5 am in the morning. The first thing I did was to check on Liza. She was still sleeping soundly, so let us not disturb her. I planned on exploring the town today and attempt to sell the remaining of the glass pieces on my pocket. I do hope that they'll accept this so we can have enough money to buy supplies.

“Me and my sister unconsciously smolder whenever we are thinking of something. So, please don’t be bothered by it or think that I am trying to catch your attention. It’s a mannerism we have.” Of course, I thought she was only joking. But after working with Dusk for a few weeks, I realized that she was telling the truth. I confronted her about it because she seems to be seducing the guys on set but it was a mistake. On her behalf, I explained this to them and now they’re used of seeing Dusk smolder like it was a normal thing. And pfft! As if Dawn wanted to enchant me, maybe more of ‘kill me’. You can only tell them apart based on their attitude… their personality. While Dusk is kind and gentl

I'm going to take that to mean you're eager to see my cock and how hard it is. Typing quickly, she hit send. Dawn: Pick me up at the train station by 7. His reply came in almost immediately. David: Sweet! I got you a new dress. Wear it tonight. Love you, ps: I'm still gonna send you a pic of my cock. DxD *** INSIDE, LE BERNARDIN WAS BEAUTIFUL and not what Dawn had expected, thankfully, the dazzling new dress David had gotten her fitted perfectly for the occasion.

For the first time, I did not feel the amazement that I usually feel every time I see the dawn of the day. Instead, I was still baffled by the man with golden eyes and tail.

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth

(Jessa’s POV) After a long five and a half hours I finally turn off the main highway onto the gravel road leading into Crimson Dawn. I reach beside me and grab Cole’s hand, rubbing it gently in an effort to wake him. He stirs lightly from the nap he’s been in for the past hour. “Start waking up, Cole. We’re almost home.” I speak calmly despite the growing anxiety within me. Spending the last two months with Cole at the Shadowlands pack has been both nerve racking and relaxing at the same time despite how oxymoronic that even sounds.

Juliet’s POV Walking towards the stage, I took a deep breath. The shining bulbs, the music playing, the chattering, and the glamour surrounded me. The eyes of lustful men traced my every move, their gazes running over my body. “Come on, Juliet!” Daphne's excited call snapped me out of my trance. I sighed, grabbing the pole as I lifted my weight, swirling around it, my body syncing with the music. The men approached the stage, tossing money at me. Seeing the pile of cash, I pushed harder, stripping more, following the beats. One hand guided me on the pole while the other traced down my exposed legs, moving rhythmically. I bit my tongue, twisting and turning, doing everything I could.

Trying to ease the tension, Andres suggested, "How about we have an artist paint a portrait of us tomorrow? Once it's done, we can take a photo with it and place it at your mother's grave to give her peace of mind." Camellia wanted to refuse, but Andres was insistent, so she reluctantly agreed. The next morning at ten, the artist he had arranged for arrived. "Nice to meet you, Cam. I'm Valentina Dawson, Andres'… junior." Seeing Valentina, Andres' face betrayed a flicker of unease. Clearly, she was not the artist he had called. "Mr. Wilson had something come up, so I'm filling in for him," Valentina explained, her gaze sweeping over Camellia with a faint, inscrutable smile.

The pair is holding hands, and well, the counsel can see that the pair has been together in an intimate way, which makes the meeting more interesting might I add. "Have you two met before?" Claudius asks, turning his gaze towards Dawn. "Well, yes," she sheepishly laughs, "We met," "I see that. Did you know about her Alpha Winter?" it's now Phoenix asking, staring at Winter. "Yes, when I went to the city, I found her," suddenly Dawn's phone rings, and it's the loudest ringtone I'd ever heard. It sounds like drums and a piano is playing all at the same time. The room is startled, including me, and she apologizes but answers it.