Dixon Gregg Novels & Stories

She read the plaque that revealed it was a kukri, gifted from the Nepalese to a Sgt Maddox. Sgt Maddox? She frowned at the name. It was a common name, right? She glanced over at the picture on the wall, a group of brawny uniformed men stared back at her, their faces beaming with pride. She traced her finger over the names at the bottom of the picture, finding the same name. Only this time, it was slightly different, the label read Sgt Zachary Maddox. She followed the position of names, matching it up to Archer’s face. Cara ran to the next picture she found down the hallway, a single photo of him stood to attention in his uniform, the badge on his chest read ‘Maddox’.

I answered because saying more would just make me angry again. “Understood. How would you like to handle the situation here?” David asked, his voice rising again. “I want Darien arrested for attempted assault of a camper. I won’t bat an eye if you rough him up for having the balls even to try to touch your next Luna,” I growled out my response. “Be my pleasure, sir,” he smiled.

Men who had never been questioned. Men who had never failed to produce heirs. The study door was ajar, and a firelight flickered inside. Gregory sat behind his massive desk, posture rigid despite his age, a glass of wine resting untouched beside a leather-bound book. His gray hair was combed back with military precision, his sharp eyes already fixed on Damian before he spoke. “You came,” Gregory said. “Good.” Damian closed the door behind him. “Your message wasn’t optional. Good evening, Father.”

i stutter out as he presses again on the thin skin and I cum hard panting out his name as my hips jerk, emtying my load down his throat he licks the tip then stand. "Figure out what you want Nixon because the only one whos denying this is you" he points between us and walk out of the room closing the door behind him.

He was just a restaurant manager, yet his words were so harsh to the ear. So what if they were poor? Nobody would stay poor or rich forever in this world. Who could tell what would happen in the future? Mr. Dixon looked down on the poor and kept insulting them. He even humiliated the dignity of the others as he pleased. That infuriated Liam. However, Mr. Dixon did not seem to have the slightest idea about what he was doing. He became even more cocky and disdainful as he said, "Pardon me, sir. The Grand Crown is a high-end winery. If you have the money, of course, you can dine at our restaurant. It's just a shame that-"

His gaze was filled with intelligence and wisdom. It was as if he could see through schemes and calculations around him. Any little thoughts or schemes would be completely transparent in front of him. He was Dixon Gibson, the head of the Draconia Pharmaceutical Bureau! Two years ago, Dixon was diagnosed with a terminal illness. As a top figure in the medical field, he was always surrounded by doctors and never lacked access to expensive, specialized medications. However, after undergoing treatment, not only did it have no effect, but it worsened his condition.

Alpha Wyatt never came back to the Packhouse while I was there, so I never even got to talk to him about anything—which didn’t help me get any sleep. I had just got to the diner and clocked in; Helping Amelia get the place ready to open, starting up some pots of coffee and making sure the dining area was clean and tidy. I make sure to unlock the doors and light up our open sign in the window. As I got behind the counter to put on my apron, my heart sinks to my stomach. Alpha Wyatt comes walking into the diner, ignoring him until I stopped in my tracks, his overpowering cologne flooding my nose. His smell took hold over me before I could even stop myself from turning around.