Dawson Leery Novels & Stories

Louisa didn't know if it was her intuition or Lydia was beginning to be strong concerning Corey and thought like the strong woman she was. The bell interrupted their conversation. "A minute, please." Louisa gave her an affirmative nod as she passed time on another jaw-breaking cookie. Next she realized was Lydia walking in with a tall good looking man in a pair of black jeans, a tank top in a blue plaid shirt with its sleeves rolled up. In his hands was a carton inscribed fragile. "Louisa, meet Dawson, he's my next-door neighbor who's been of tremendous help to me lately. Dawson, Louisa, my sister."

David Dawson is one of the top CEOs in New York, or you could say he's a rich monster dressed in an angel suit. I hate him, not because I want to, but because his attitude always shows me what a jerk and arrogant man he can be. I'm always shocked by how he's my brother's best friend. Lost in my thoughts, I was startled by his cold voice rushing through my spine, "Wear your seat belt," he said, making me obediently follow his words like a lost puppy. We hardly talk when we meet, and when we do, it's always filled with sarcasm and a cold tone.

They scream as if excited at every stroke of our bodies. At university, we are called “5BITCH’S”. That name is popular especially among men. Who wouldn't be interested when they heard that name? We consist of five members. Sidney Laurent, a model, second Sapphire Reichmann, a vlogger, third Sunny Adams, the queen of TikTok, fourth Skye Fridman, the queen of online games and of course me, Serena Dawson, the queen of the campus. Aside from the fact that I always want to be with my stupid ex basketball player boyfriend, dancing is really my hobby so I entered the world of cheerdancing.

and another taunt. "Just like a businessman named Maddox Dasher purchased the local bakery with the snap of his fingers. Then, yes...Mr Maxwell..." This man was os sarcastic. Winter and Rosina let out a low chuckle. Madison Willow stepped out of the labour room and was shocked to see all of them. The colour drained from her wrinkled face. "Mrs Willow is here, too..." said Pidge. When the girls went in to meet Lia, it was only Maddox, Madison and Dylan out there.

Wade Roberto immediately hitched. "I'm sorry I was dreaming that we were getting married... isn't it weird." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with authority as he walked out of the office. "So what's haps?... Why aren't you at the office?" His voice barely above whispers. Daisy Hunter stared askance at the phone before placing it back on her ear. "I took a day off, don't you remember?" Daisy asked, her voice laced with bewilderment. "I was only pulling your legs."

“I swear, I didn’t do this. Someone got into my system, used my access to make it look like I was the one behind it.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “And I’m supposed to believe that?” “It’s the truth!” Dawson’s voice was strained, a mix of frustration and fear. “Kael, you know me. I wouldn’t do something this reckless. And even if I did, why the hell would I use my own credentials? That’s a rookie move.” Kael stayed silent, weighing his words. It was true—Dawson wasn’t an idiot. If he had wanted to leak something, he would have covered his tracks better.

And I just might remain this way, until— My steps slowed as my eyes slanted and paused at the farthest corner of the hall. The crazy thud of my heart was a result of the excitement hijacking my insides. I let out a soft gasp, as tears burned my eyes. They were tears of joy. Just like the swelling of my heart being a happy reaction to the sight I had taken in. Dawson. He was in class, sitting next to Liam. No Nick. No Michael. Just the both of them. He didn't look as pained as he did yesterday. No, on the contrary, he looked more handsome than ever, with the black hoodie and blue denim pants.

I can't help but be so happy to have my little family. Dylan Lemiere Lauren Lemiere

None other than Draven walked across the room and laid down his gun before kneeling next to Willow. “Is she okay,” he asked, panting and clearly on edge. He’d obviously never killed someone before. But I was pretty sure Dawson got off a shot too. I guess we wouldn't know whose shot killed him. I could see a mass of blood in the back of his head too. Both head shots. “She’s just asleep,” Dawson said, pulling her up so he could properly hold her. I finally took in Dawson's face and it was covered in tears. Dawson didn't cry. Never.