Dillon Quartermaine Novels & Stories

That was something I was supposed to do. As soon as I arrived at the school, in fact. I promised to do that later. For now, I needed to speak with Maddie about Jamie. It shouldn't concern me but the manner I had seen him in wasn't such a good one. “No.” I corrected myself, reminding myself about how much of a leading player I am in The Quarterback Team. The coach would expect me to call, and would call if the tables were turned. With these thoughts, I snatched my phone from the bed and looked up his number, dialing it immediately.

But I followed him. I could not stay behind. Outside the gates stood a tall man with a thick skin and deep blue eyes. Alpha Kael. He looked even stronger than the last time I saw him. Alpha power was already smelling on his body and he was breathing like thunder. His eyes found me immediately right there as I got lost in thought. “Annie,” his voice cut across the room. “I have come for my mate and my pups.” The woods went silent for a while. I felt another kind of power as Damon touched me.

His vivid blue-grey eyes were already boring holes in my being when I locked eyes with his hues. He was towering over me, he’s Shaquille O'Neal looking down at my Eva Longoria height. I froze when he reached for my face, unable to step back because the closed door of the bathroom was behind me. “W-what are you doing?” I knew he won’t hurt me, but base on my experiences, looks can be fucking deceiving. He placed his closed palms under my chin, his thumb brushing the side of my mouth. “You got drools, Sweetheart.”

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

The car came to a stop in front of the mansion door, and just as I expected, he stood in front of me with a cold smile on his face. “Diego, son, how are you feeling?” He asked, noticing that I walked out of the car first. However, I knew that his eyes and attention were not on me. The door opened, revealing Lea, and that was when the man’s eyes narrowed before he looked at me. And for a second, I could swear that I saw both fear and hesitation in his expression. “Lea Auditore…?” “Hello, Alpha Cosimo.” She said, walking toward him. “It’s been a while since we’ve met…”

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

“What the hell! Can’t you watch where you're g—“ Slowly, I look up, and my worst nightmare is standing right in front of me. Dylan Palmer. Star quarterback of the Riverside Ravens, the campus golden boy…more like my personal tormentor for the past two years. His tall frame towers over me, blocking the hallway like an immovable wall while his dark hair falls carelessly over his forehead. Those sharp blue eyes are already locked on me. “Well, well,” a slow grin spreads across his face, and the sound of his voice instantly draws more attention. Students begin gathering around us. Of course, they always do.

Jordan In the first quarter, we don’t look like the team who beat the Super Bowl champions three weeks ago. Aiden can’t get a break and his offensive line is practically falling down on the job. Aiden is sacked on his second possession of the game. I’m angry and fed up with the line’s BS. Aiden can’t carry the team alone.

“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.