Dillon Quartermaine Novels & Stories

I say, laughing. Speaking of, here he comes. When Charlotte 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, Foster? ” 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.

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.

~~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 replied unsure of how he knew it was my birthday. Just then one of the doors opened and Damian came in holding a beautiful birthday cake. I couldn't tell which was more beautiful him or the cake. he was wearing a blue jeans and an unbuttoned short sleeve white shirt. clearing revealing his broad chest and abs. seeing him standing made me have a flash back of all the times we have cuddled. He looked like he has just been dipped into a hot sauce. how I want long kiss those thick full lips and be wrapped up in his strong steady hands.

“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.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

“That’s how you got to know Donatello?” “Yes, and no” I said, shaking my head “Donatello and I were classmates at school. The two of us were even good friends. He knew about the abuse my dad inflicted on my mom, and eventually, one day, I asked for his help. He didn’t kill dad, the man is still alive as a rogue, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt him. Eventually, mom met Vitaly and married him; however, I know for fact that the scars he left are still too great to heal”

Fourth Quarter: Nail-Biting Drama The fourth quarter was a masterclass in tension. The Cannibals, refusing to roll over, mounted a grinding drive. Trisha, limping after a late hit, found Heather for a first down, then handed off to the running back for a bruising touchdown. Heather’s extra point put the Cannibals ahead by four. The Militia answered with a long, methodical drive. Rodney broke through for a key sack, Sam caught a pass in traffic. The Cannibals’ defense stiffened, forcing a fourth down in the red zone.

I was quick to interrupt my father. “—that guy! Why me? I don’t know him! Why not Lilian?” I countered back angrily. “Lilian is your cousin and you are my daughter. This has to be you or no one else. Sapphire, you have to do this. There is no option. We need the company. We have worked so hard for it—“ Mason Ronaldo, my father, continued his speech not taking measures of how his words were like a acid to ears and burn to my heart.