Dillon Quartermaine Novels & Stories

Greta was feeling smug inside Jen’s head but thankfully was making no comment about it. Jen peered over the edge of the parapet as she heard voices directly below her and she watched as the recruits wandered over to the mini bus parked outside the Chapel. She could see Duncan was among them, his long black hair making him stand out. She wondered how she had never come across him in the month or so that he had been here. Maybe because she usually did the night guard and he, as an untrained guard would have only been permitted to work the day shifts. She had never got a good look at him before so she studied him intently. Jen saw he had filled out quite a lot since she first saw him that late

I wave. “Dude, this place is packed,” Dillon says. He’s got that glazed-over, I’m-going-to-party-till-I’m-trashed look in his eye as he takes everything in. Tall and muscular with a freshly shaved head—he promised he’d shave off his blond dreadlocks if we won the championship—he’s originally a California surfer boy who moved to my neighborhood in Pennsylvania when he was ten just to play football in the South, a rich kid. We came from completely different backgrounds, but he’s the closest thing I have to a brother. I grin. “Wish Sam and Chander were here. Losers.”

said Dillion in a soft and sad tone. Dillion has a little sister named Dina. Dillion and Dina have been living in a small apartment ever since their mom and dad passed away two years ago from a car accident. They used to live in a house on the suburbs but had to move because they couldn't afford to pay the bills, due to their parents death.

I wanted him, needed him, more than anything, and I wasn’t even sure why. But before we could continue anything, the door burst open and Dash appeared, panting heavily. “Dane, there’s an emergency,” he stated breathlessly. Dane pulled away from me and looked at Dash, his expression serious. “What is it?” “Rogues breached the border. We need to act fast.”

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Alpha Kyle's voice drifted into my ears and I couldn't help but shiver. Before I could react, I was taken away and thrown into the dungeon. But then this time, I care less about anything. I was going to escape tonight. I had already decided, I was sure that getting out of the dungeon was going to be a hard thing. Thinking about this, I sat upright as I began to map out a plan. Over the years, I had known the pack like the back of my hand so I had begun formulating a plan. But then my biggest obstacle was how I was going to get out of the dungeon.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

Lucien told the girl, who obediently got on her feet and walked out, but before she did, she threw me a hateful glare, and I looked away from her, only to see Lucien standing so close to me. I reared backwards in shock, relaxing against the door as his hands pinned me there, his face so dangerously close to mine. He stood tall, towering over me with his flexed muscles and broad build. His chest and arms were covered with tattoos. I looked down and saw his dick bulging in between his legs, swelling with his balls dangling underneath. Then I saw it, a piercing that I missed on the tip of his cock. A gasp escaped me as I wondered who the hell pierced their dick.