Dillon Quartermaine Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say, laughing. Speaking of, here he comes. When Lyilah spots him, she smiles a big smile as he walks up to her with a smile. "Hey babe." he says, leaning down to kiss her. "What's up, Reed?" he says, looking over to me. " 'Sup, cornerback." I say. Yes, he's on the football team. Plays the hardest position out there besides the quarterback. No, that's Dillan Ross. "Where's pretty boy?" he asks, biting a piece of an energy bar.

Prologue ~~~~~~~ One time, there existed a young man who resided outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. His name was Dillon Vera. He was sixteen years old, and neared the end of his freshman year of high school. Like many teenagers, Dillon had had a rough time. With his hormones and self esteem all over the place, it was difficult to find anywhere to fit in. Add in the fact that Dillon's best friend Dominic, Dom for short, had just moved down south, and Dillon was not happy. Dom was two grades above him, but they had been best friends since they were small.

"Dillion seems sorta stupid," She chuckled and nodded. Dillion Grives was a jock, who was the most stereotypical frat guy anyone could meet; sandy hair, green eyes, tall... He had what most girls loved, except he lacked brains. Above us, the lights buzzed and flickered for a moment before going silent and staying on. "Are you still coming over Sunday?" I whispered lowly, checking the clock to see we only had five more minutes until this dreaded day ended; all day I avoided Jackson and his onyx gaze.

I said softly. He smiles. "I'm flying to Milan tomorrow morning. So might as well get the chance to have lunch with you." I look straight at Dillion and to be honest he seems like a very nice guy. He has those blonde hair in a cleancut, his eyes are beautifully blue and he looks lean. His shoulders are broad and he looked really nice in a white polo shirt and a pair of black shorts. His biceps were tempting to stare, it's actually well-toned. He looked very hot, to be honest. He's tall too. But he doesn't have any tattoos on his arms unlike Gage. He doesn't have those long curly hair unlike Gage. He doesn't have...

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

I asked after pulling out of his hands, "Alex told me ho, w, "he said smiling. "You want to come in?" I asked Do you want me to come in" he asked staring into my eyes, I could feel my heart melt into his. "Yes, come on," I said. dragging him into the house, with a burst of happiness I never knew I had till now. We went into the house as my father looked at him with a little surprise on his face. "Good day Mr. Williams, I'm so sorry we have to meet like this, my name is Damian Anderson, he aid while exchanging pleasantries with dad.

“The child she…” “The child is hers, and though you have donated the sperm, I wouldn’t consider a fucking thief the legal father.” He said, stopping the man. Elijah let out a low growl, and Dean glared at him before he tensed. I knew that things could end up getting dirtier than we wanted them to be. However, Dean didn’t have the chance to react as Irina cried out. I frowned in confusion before turning to face her. Her eyes were wide and she put a hand on her stomach.

She tried not to listen, but it was impossible not to. My only concern this year, John, is about the Bandit's new receiver, Demitri Jameson. The kid is fast, there's no doubt. But does he have the ability to break tackles and simply run the football? We saw him make some major mistakes in pre-season and that concerns me.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e