روايات وقصص ضمن Declan Prescott

He'd worked hard for it but Creed Horton always gets it with his last-minute impressive goal. "Tonight we're leaving everything on the ice." I winced as Declan's excitement before the game echoed so clearly it almost hurt. Declan Bishop was one of the most handsome star players with charming honey-brown eyes that pulled people in. Women swarmed him everywhere like bees to nectar and somehow, he'd asked me out shortly after I joined the communication team—I didn't get it; he could have any girl. Whenever another woman looked at us, their stare would linger long enough to ask the question only a few dared say aloud.

The heavy side doors opened up suddenly, and a loud hush fell over the entire room as Declan walked out onto the stage with his head held high, looking incredibly sharp in a dark blue suit while his father and two corporate lawyers followed closely behind him to take their seats at a long table. Declan walked straight up to the microphone, the immediate sound of a hundred camera shutters clicking all at once filled the air, but he didn't look nervous at all, he just adjusted the papers in front of him and looked directly into the main television lenses that were broadcasting his face live to the entire country.

Declan yelled, his eyes sharp with a murderous aura that made Alisa shiver. Only then did Alisa realize that she was so angry that she accidentally revealed Declan's identity. People around started talking about Declan. He is not only a wealthy billionaire but also the only son of the chairman of DSI corporation. They gradually forgot about Fidelia and focused on Declan. Many people have wanted to meet the heir to the DSI corporation but still have not had the opportunity; even the employees working at DSI have never seen him. And this was the first time they saw him, and they were so surprised that that person was billionaire Declan Galbraith. They competed with each other to take out their

Declan I meet Priest as soon as I get to the body shop. “Declan…good, you’re here.” He mutters sarcastically. Unperturbed, I take a seat in a nearby chair and drily ask. “Cut the shit, Priest. You know I’m busy. What is this about?” Priest smirks and walks around his desk to stand in front of me. “Actually, I think it’s best if I show you. Follow me, Declan.” He gestures to the door, takes his walking stick, and walks ahead of me. Even though he had corrective surgery to regain his eyesight, he’s still walking around like he’s blind. I guess it’s taking some time for him to adjust to his new eyes. They’re kind of freaky when you look at them, which isn’t to say that women are deterred.

He says with a raised brow. I’m about to answer his question when Gideon and Outlaw, aka Declan Archer, walk in the door. Declan is a tall bastard too. His hair is dark, nearly black, and his eyes are a deep blue color, whereas Gideon is golden-haired with obsidian eyes. Declan is a true black Irish and quite a deadly fucker. The men are a true contrast. We all shake hands in greeting. Unlike Gideon and I, Declan and I are not overly friendly, but we respect each other. Hunter is a little more enthusiastic in his greeting when he steps forward and shakes the men’s hands. “Reaper, Outlaw. How’s it going?” Both men nod and smile in greeting at Hunter’s excited tone. Priest clears his throat an

Mason asked stepping forward with his ball. Declan was not known for his mood swings. Of the five of them, he was the most constant in his outlook on life. He wanted to wring as much fun and pleasure out of it as he could and that meant he didn’t do dark moods or anger. He was a live and let live kinda guy; make hay while the sun shines person. He always saw the glass as half full and never as half empty, but today he just wasn’t fit for human consumption. “I had brunch with my family,” he said after Mason had teed off. “That is enough reason to put anyone in a bad mood.”

It would be spectacular. True to his word, Declan tried not to mess too much with the top. Even though he wanted it just perfect, apparently that wasn't the point right now, and he wasn't in a mood to quarrel with mushroom-head. He grinned and turned slowly in a circle after exiting the bathroom. "What do you think?" Serenius was smiling as he watched, looking him over with a critical eye. "Yes. I'm glad I made the right choice." Declan bowed, though stayed mindful of the suit. "Thank you The outfit is spectacular," he said honestly. "Excellent choice."

Jogging footsteps rush in my direction, and then I’m being cast in shadow by a young man I know through Nathan. Declan steps in front of me, looking me up and down before saying, “Going to the gym?” “Yes,” I reply sweetly, biting down on my tongue before I can say something like, “What does it look like? Get out of my way.” “Did you, uh, do anything fun last night?” He runs his fingers through his shaggy brown hair, looking down at me with an odd expression. Admittedly, I don’t know Declan very well. He’s a jock, like Nathan, and they run in the same crowd. He has bright, sandy-brown eyes and a pleasant, quiet personality that makes him an outlier in their group of friends. I’ve never seen h

Her clothes were scattered all over the floor, and she picked them up before she entered the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and I heard the rush of water. I breathed a sigh of relief, and I knew that made me a bastard, but I was happy for the space away from her to think. I had fucked up, and it was my responsibility to own up to it, and I would have claimed Maeve as mine without a shadow of doubt if I were anyone else. But I wasn’t someone else. I am Declan Hayes, one part heir to the Hayes empire, captain of the football team and quarterback liner. I am Declan Hayes, the only junior with multiple offers to sign me lined up for when I was done.

His brow furrows as he awaits my next words, yet his lips look so inviting, that I want to taste the bourbon on them. “You really mean to tell me, tonight has nothing to do with the fact that I'm prosecuting your dear cousin Finn? Maybe you’re hoping I’ll throw the case for him?" “Dear cousin?” Declan snorts dismissively. "I haven’t seen Finn since we were in grade school and even then, he was bad news. I’m only here because my uncle couldn’t be. He only wants to know that Finn received a fair and just trial.” He lowers his eyes and chuckles guiltily. “The truth is I was about to ditch the trial until …” he lifts those eyes like thunderbolts through my heart, “you walked in. From the moment