Dipper Tyrone Novels & Stories

Ivan is going to be mine soon. The door bell rang Mel and I looked at each other "Are you expecting somebody?" I asked her "No. Maybe it's Victor, I'll get the door" Mel opened the door and there were two men on uniform standing there "Good afternoon Ms, we are looking for a Ms Veronica. Is she here?" "I am here" I said walking to the door "We are from the NYPD. You are under arrest as an accomplice to an attempted rape case" "Me!!!, Rape case??, How—,when, what are you talking about?" I said stuttering

“I saw lions and elephants and monkeys. The lions were huge, and one of them almost roared. The elephants sprayed water with their trunks. They use mud like sunscreen!” A few kids murmured, clearly impressed. Mrs. Thompson smiled. “That’s wonderful, Lily! Do you have a favorite animal?” Lily nodded quickly. “The penguins. They swim really, really fast. Daddy said they’re like little rockets in the water.” The class erupted in chatter, kids whispering about penguins and elephants. Ella leaned closer to Lily and whispered, “You’re so lucky.” Lily smiled back. “It was the best day ever.” Mrs. Thompson clapped her hands again. “Thank you for sharing, Lily. That sounds like a very special day.”

"Got a call from Timmons a few hours ago. Dipp was arrested yesterday." The whole club begins to immediately look around for our large cranky member. Dipp is an old timer. Came in a few years after my dad started the club. He is one of the ones that took a while to adjust to the new ways we were doing things but eventually understood us not wanting to be in the drug business anymore. Last year, after everything happened to Candice, confirmed it for the six foot four, three-hundred-pound bastard.

Tyler, who stands opposite me and his eyes locked on mine with a big smile, winks, making me blush. The men disperse, and Ty comes forward, wrapping his arm around me and claiming my lips. "Remember, you got this. I'll be right here with you the whole time, as Asher will, Amethyst. Love you girls!" he says, speaking for himself and his wolf to me and my wolf, Amethyst. He quickly leaves, sprinting toward the men as they gather up and begin to yell their hearts out, telling us that we got this, along with the women who whoot and cheer aloud for us. I had never felt such unity in my life as I did right now.

The protest died down on my lips when he gripped my ass and spread my butt cheeks apart. “Push your ass out, darling. Let me see this wet pussy.” Tyrone pulled me away from David. He straightened, studying me for a few seconds. Whatever he saw made him spin me around to face David. Gripping my thigh, he raised my leg until my foot rested on the side of the bathtub. It left me half-exposed to David’s heated gaze. Lowering himself to his knees, he moved closer and steadied my leg with a hand on my knee. His other hand wrapped around the back of my thigh as his face moved closer to my pussy.

My back cracked as my head snapped upwards from the punch to the chin. I coughed up blood, my whole body aching by now. The rope was only cutting more into my flesh. Finally the recording stopped - and all I heard was his angry huffing from the toil that went into my beating. His chest was rising up and down rapidly, his naked skin showed how much he was sweating. His eyes ... those were the eyes of a killer. Noah's fists were clenched. Blood dripped down from his knuckles. Blood trickled out my mouth and nose. Bitter. Blood tasted so, so bitter.

With that said, Philip continued to close his eyes, not paying attention to the foreigner in front of him at all! “Damn it, you’re quite arrogant, huh? I have the final say on who cleans the toilet, not you!” The foreigner’s eyes were full of anger and mockery. He pointed at the pit and shouted coldly, “I’m ordering you to clean it up now! Otherwise, I’ll shove your head into the urinal, you son of a b*tch!” This petite man was called Tyrone, an assassin from Country T who infiltrated into this country. He specialized in intelligence transmission activities. He was caught by local authorities a few years ago and had been detained here since.

Tammy immediately screamed, "You were never his dad in the first place! How could you possibly be his dad?" I looked at her coldly and patted Daryl's head. "It's okay. This isn't your fault. She was the one being rude." Then, I turned to Lily and said, "Since the truth is out, it's obvious that Daryl here was the victim after all, and I believe that Ms. Gilbert should be the one apologizing. Or, I don't mind waiting for her parent to arrive so they can apologize together." Lily didn't know what to do anymore and hesitated.

"You are-" "Mr. Moretti!" Davis's voice cracked through the tension, his usual swagger replaced by something far more telling—fear. "I apologize for my friend's behavior," he stammered, shoulders hunched in deference. "He didn’t recognize you." Moretti studied him, a predator assessing an unexpected variable. "And you are?" "Davis Langley, sir. My father—" "—Ah." A flicker of recognition. With a single gesture, Moretti dismissed his security—but not before issuing a warning so soft it was more lethal than a shout. "You have thirty seconds to disappear. Use them wisely."

Tanya breathed a sigh of relief as that was much better than going to prison or being killed there. The young man had weird tattoos all over his arms, his hair was dyed blue and green and was only allowed to grow around the middle of his head. He also had different earrings on both of his ears. He looked like a criminal but Tanya reminded herself of the saying, "never judge a book by its cover." She said goodbye to granny Ann who had a sad expression on her face and followed behind the young man while he led the way. They got into the man's car and he smiled at Tanya before saying, "my name is Tyrone but you can call me Ty."