Dawson Leery Novels & Stories

She never lost a game and obviously to him this was a game. "That simple huh" Mr. Dawson chuckled a bit, his smile not reaching his eyes but it didn’t take away from the fact that it was the purest sound she had ever heard. It was a sound that caused her panties to soak and her stomach to clench. Mr. Dawson unbuttoned his cufflinks with ease like he has done a thousand times and rolled his shirt up to his elbows. The veins on his forearms were distinguishable and Maya found herself taking a liking to them. Mr. Dawson smirked when her eyes locked onto his arms and hands, most probably thinking what he could do with those hands. The erection in his pants hardened at the thought forcing a guttu

Dawson had no feelings towards this woman before, but at this moment, his annoyance towards her had truly reached its peak. "Ms. Sadler, did you learn the story of the farmer and the snake?" Dawson questioned coldly. Keely was slightly startled. "My wife and I once saved you from a difficult situation, and it's fine if you're not grateful. But why deliberately make things difficult in front of so many people? It really shows a lack of character," Dawson's voice was not loud, which was considered giving Keely some face. Keely's face turned pale in an instant. She also knew that Dawson couldn't afford to offend, so she smiled.

The next minute before I reliazed anything Layo was gone and Emjay was facing me. "So you don't dance or you can't? " said Emjay. "Both." I replied with a smile. "I could teach you. " he said jokingly. I laughed then said "You can't dance to save yourself and you wanna teach me huh? " I said. He laughed then brought out his Android phone. "Let's take a picture. A selfie." he said. "Okay." I replied. He came closer then positioned the camera and we both smiled then he clicked. "Now I have a picture of you in my device." he said. I said nothing but lowered my head. "You seem so shy around me huh? " he asked. "Not really. " I lied. He was right. I always felt shy around him and his presence le

" I said and smiled. He let out a nervous chuckle and punched my chest playfully, "Yeah thanks man, you don't know how much that means." "Don't get soft on me now Dawson." I laughed and ruffled his hair.

"You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way." Dean placed a kiss on my forehead, and from the corner of my eyes, I noticed Williams looking angry and Henry appearing somewhat sad. I nodded in agreement when Dean spoke and then turned my gaze toward Henry. "Hey Henry, it's been a while! Why don't you come inside? There's so much catching up to do." Henry smiled, but I sensed a hint of sadness beneath it. I couldn't quite figure out why. As we started to walk away, Williams held my hands and halted, prompting me to turn and face him.

Irritation is clear as day in my voice. “You dare question me? Get your ass here now or else you wouldn't like what I'd do.” I cut the mindlink off in irritation and began heading towards his office. Dawson may be smart and well versed about the history and evolution of werewolves but he was nothing but a coward. His father's wealth has helped him get the position. Soon I got to his office and pushed his door open. Per usual his dumb ass secretary is messing with him in the office scarcely dressed.

***Daisy’s POV.*** I reached the hospital and parked my car. I get out and walk as slowly as a snail in my heels. I have to stop wearing them, otherwise I can fall down. No. I will start wearing walking shoes, which would be good for gripping souls. I reach the cabin and open it to see the doctor is with someone. I turn to leave when Theo says, “Daisy, you are finally here. Come in.” I look at Theo for a full minute and ask, “Why are you wearing this?”

I repeated as I tried yanking my hands free. “Not feeling so safe now, are we?” Dash’s disgusting voice spoke across the room out of the darkness. “Let me go, you bastard!” I screamed at him, yanking the chains holding me against my will. His annoying chuckle echoed against the walls of the small room. “Why would I do that? We haven’t had our fun yet.” “He’s going to kill you,” I hissed. “Who? Dane?” I could see him grin in the shadows. “He can’t if you’re already dead. But before that, Let’s play.”

He had practically manifested right beside my bleacher seat during halftime while Takoda was down near the field house with the coaches. Derek Langley: business major, entirely too much expensive cologne, and a cocky starter on the varsity baseball team. He was the exact type of man Harmony liked to describe as pretty but spiritually exhausting. He’d leaned casually against the rusted metal railing beside me halfway through the halftime show while the marching band played brass notes below us. “You’re Dawson, right?” he’d asked, flashing a practiced, white-toothed smile. I’d nodded slowly, tightening my grip on my paper cup. “Analiese.”

Dawson resolved to approach the conversation with empathy and understanding, hoping to remind Damian of the values they shared and the potential consequences of his actions. With each step forward, Dawson felt a mix of trepidation and determination. His love for his friend, coupled with a deep concern for Ava's safety, compelled him onward. He knew he had to find a way to convey the gravity of the situation, to pull Damian back from the precipice of irreversible actions.