Dillon Quartermaine Novels & Stories

“You let her hurt her. You let her get to Delilah. And now she… she doesn’t even know who she is anymore.” Damon put a hand on my shoulder. “That’s enough. Delilah is not the main concern here. In case you’ve forgotten, there is a whole pack that was harmed, people who died, and trust me. I don’t give two fucks about who Delilah is to you, there are other people who are important here.” I said without looking at him. “Because if I don’t say it, no one will. Someone has to fight for something that they see as worth it, and I am fighting for her.”

I mentioned. "Alright, come heal my daughter—" 'Ask for her name and age.' Who said that? My forehead wrinkles as I glance up at Killian. 'Including the hospital' I heard the familiar voice of his ring in my head again. Did he just mind-link me? Fuck no! "Hey!" The man snapped bringing my attention back to him. "I... What is her name and... Age?" I stammered. "Daisy Sanders. She's twelve." He responded. "Hospital she's admitted to?" I asked again.

Guess it was because he wanted to force Adonis Miller in front of everyone that Cadell Marcus said that on purpose. Just now Adonis Miller was so disrespectful to me, this side wanted to regain their honor. Adonis Miller laughed coldly and said: "Since Not Dirty Heaven Master is at such a high level. Then you go first and try it, the younger generation will just watch on the side." "Easy to say, easy to say... the poor Taoist has been cultivating for decades, he has never seen any demons or ghosts, Mr. Brown is just entangled with ghosts, the poor Daoist has just taken action, he must can destroy it's soul and disperse it." Cadell Marcus raised his voice.

he demanded. "Yes, Sir." "Go back to your post. If we need you, you'll hear from us. Stay alert." "Yes, Sir." The guard quickly returned to his post. *** Donovan began dialing Hilda's number. Thank God he had it. She was close to his wife, and he had made sure to get her contact information. He had intended to get Queen and the others' numbers as well, but he and Boma's separation had distracted him. "I'm calling Hilda. Perhaps she has the numbers of those other girls. Queen's car is black. I just want to confirm she is with Queen."

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

“We’ve been teasing them all season. If we back out now, they’ll never let us live it down.” The door to the showers banged open. Twelve players filed out, towels slung low on hips, skin still damp, muscles gleaming under fluorescent light. Quarterback Devin led the pack, six-three, dark skin, dreads pulled back, cock already half-hard under the towel. Behind him came line-backer Trey (blond buzz cut, tree-trunk thighs), wide receiver Jamal (lean, tattoo sleeves), and the rest of the starting line-up, each one built like weapons, eyes hungry.

Taking a deep breath, I feel my ribs shift a little, they were slowly healing and although we heal quickly the process still hurts. Lucian drops to his knee in front of me “I promise you Queen Rudina, I will stand by you as our Queen” He was pledging an oath to me making me slightly uncomfortable and the others enter and copy Lucian except Daryl who watches on with a frown on his face. When Tasha and Christian have finished telling me their oaths I look at Daryl

The guy who caught it managed to get about fifteen yards before Detroit piled onto him. Special teams ran off, and Richmond's offensive line trotted onto the field. I kept my eyes glued to Leo, darting now and then to the quarterback, Gideon Maynard. Leo had mentioned Maynard before; they weren't as close as Corey and Leo were, but everything he'd said about the QB had been positive. I let my gaze wander over the women around us, curious to see what kind of wife or girlfriend he might have. "Does the quarterback have anyone here?" I bent my head close to Ellie to ask her the question.

It was half time and the game was tied fourteen to fourteen. Jock and Gill went with Tom to the bathroom as Ava and Jesse got refreshments at the concession stand for everyone. Ava thought it was a good time to pick Jesse’s brain as they waited in line. “It’s a hell of a game, isn’t it?” Jesse said. “It is. Very exciting. And I had no idea that Dax was the quarterback – or that he could run so fast.” “So, you like football.”

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f