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

He handed the keys to Dillon's bike over to him then he zoomed off without a look at the back. Being a 6'7 tall, grey eyed, handsome guy was something everyone and any guy would wish to be. Dillion Marsha is a man in his late twenties yet doesn't have a private life of his own. He has been a cold and heartless person ever since the day he had lost his mom. Dillion walked away from the gathering of the guard and stopped right in front of his Dad. He took a slow bow in towards his old man before walking past him like he has done to the guards.

Chapter 71 – Injury Scare (Eli POV) The hit came on second-and-8 with 4:17 left in the third quarter. I saw it happen in slow motion from the family section—Dante dropping back, eyes scanning downfield, pocket collapsing faster than it should have. The defensive end looped around the edge untouched. Dante felt it late—too late. He tried to step up and throw. The guy drove a shoulder straight into Dante’s throwing side, helmet-first into the joint.

Sienna Vance is a sports therapy royalty, dedicated to taking her hometown football team to the championships. But when Jaxson Cole, the arrogant, billionaire star quarterback for her team's fiercest rival suffers a career-ending knee injury, his powerful family conspires to buy out Sienna's contract. Forced to relocate to Jaxson’s lonely luxury estate in the a snow-dusted area of Tatra Mountains Zakopane, of Poland, Sienna expects annoying mind games and strong resistance fromJaxson,who on the other hand is determined to destroy her professional composure.Sienna is determined to fix his helpless situation and walk away. But late-night sessions created an intensity , leading to unexpecte

I spoke gesturing and giving Trace a 'duh' look. When I looked around. All four of them were watching me in wonder. It was silent except for the beeping fire extinguisher. I shifted awkwardly. "Uhm..." "Who is this?" The girl suddenly asked sharply. I cleared my throat. "Uhm, I'm..." Trace threw an arm over me beaming at me proudly. "Guys, this is Savannah, our hero." I tried to shake Trace's arm off of me. But just as I had gotten it loose, I felt the air knocked out of me as I was tackled in a bear hug by Dante and lifted off the ground.

The Blackstone triplets. They stood as one, their bodies exuding power, their presence enough to part the crowd around them. Each one was striking in his own right - Damien, the quarterback, tall and imposing with the intensity of a leader; Dylan, the wide receiver, lean and fast, with a grin that could melt hearts and spark flames; and Dean, the linebacker, broad-shouldered, a force of nature who commanded attention the moment he entered any room. But together, they were something else entirely. They were a unit, a force of nature, a storm that threatened to tear through her carefully built walls.

he asked. Dave stiffened immediately, stepping back. Jason smiled. “Afraid to answer?” he mocked. “Or cat got your tongue?” Dave stayed silent still for some reason, he was afraid of Jason finding out and Jason chuckled. “Stay out of my way,” he said quietly, his voice turning deadly. “Or I’ll crush you.” Then he walked off. as the whistle blew. First Half, The game kicked off. On Team A— the Dominanters: The main players are Trevor, Noah, Rolex and Tom. the rest are their supporters

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.”