Dillon Quartermaine Novels & Stories

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.

"I thought you would've chosen Mean Girls instead." I chuckled, and shrugged my shoulders. "Well Channing Tatum and Dave Franco are in these movies. They're amazingly hot!" A deep growl rumbled through his chest and that caused me to laugh hysterically. "You're cute when you get jealous." I pinched his cheeks but he pulled away. "Okay, love birds. The movie is starting. So shut up!" Daniel yelled towards us. Aaron didn't take that lightly because he tried to get up but I pulled him down.

"Well done. You deserved it. She couldn't quite make out the subtle tension in his tone. Yes, pride, but a tinge of something else. Was it the growing awareness that her rapidly advancing career might divert her attention and limit her availability for their ever-demanding façade? The idea made her feel a slight, strange pain. The Divisional Playoff game, a make-or-break matchup against their most formidable opponents, was the high point of Jett's football season. The whole city was alive with excitement. This was more than just a game; it was a trial, a platform for Jett's leadership and a chance to win back the public's affection.

A possessive jealousy darkening my spirits even more. “Hmmm, let me check,” Elle says, opening her MacBook, her fingers sprawling across the keyboard in rapid pace. Not even a minute later, she looks up, before turning the screen in my direction. “Found him,” she says in the quiet room, as Damon and I hunch down to see the picture. “His name is Dillon, a warrior from Northern Lakes, who is mated.” “What’s his full name?” I ask, my eyes pitch black as Ares forces himself forward, begging for control.

I said. “Still, you love me,” he responded. “How’re you doing?” I asked climbing up the stairs towards my bedroom. "I'm good. The coach made us try out again. The results of the tryouts should be up by midnight," he said. Danny joined the football team his freshman year as the quarterback but since the starting QB was a senior, he didn’t get much play time last season. “That’s good, yeah?” “Yes, it is. I have a good feeling about my starting chances this year. I can literally taste it, Mels.”

"Thanks. I've got extra motivation to win today." I smile. I know that's right. If Adalina had came to the games when I was playing still, I would have played my ass off. Doing whatever I had to do to win. The halftime break goes by way to quickly and we all make our way back to the field. Me and Adalina take our seats on the bench and watch as the game starts back up. Dylan helps score touchdown after touchdown, making him a very big target to the other team. Dylan manages to avoid several tackle attempts. Quick feet and fast reflexes have always been two of his best qualities in football. In the last quarter of the game he's not quite as lucky. One of the other team members comes running f

In the second quarter, although Asher quickly scored a touchdown, the Submarines continued to add points, widening the gap instead of closing it. During halftime, Drew, the Submarines' defensive end and this year's standout rookie, found an opportunity to approach Asher. Drew had the confidence of a newborn calf unafraid of tigers: "I've studied every single one of your games from the past three years—more than once, in fact. It's been useful because no other quarterback compares to you. Beat you, and I can handle any quarterback." Drew arrogantly made a throat-slitting gesture. "Just wait, Asher Voss!"