Dot X Lance Novels & Stories

"Yes." Dot smiled, showing the gaps where her teeth hadn't fully grown in. She turned and ran upstairs. At the top of the stairs, she looked back at him. Dorian crouched in the doorway, pulling out his terminal. On the screen, three curves scrolled side-by-side: his at seventy-one, Luna's at sixty-six, Dot's at ninety-three. He watched them for a while, then turned off the screen. He created a new folder, labeled "Dot," and dragged her real-time heartbeat curve into it. Then he created another folder, "L&D," and placed Luna's and Dot's curves side-by-side within it, watching them scroll, overlap, and separate.

I definitely know it is not Hong, this is definitely a male lycan. “What are you looking for?” Lance asks me from behind. I turn to see his mouth-watering handsome face smiling at me. He was wearing a T-shirt with a plaid shirt unbuttoned, jeans and brown boots. My eyes linger down slightly, trying not to look at the belt buckle at his lower waist. Eyes up Aida, eyes up!

she rushed towards Melvin then a voice came from her behind. "Oh, will you?" turning around she saw Maddox slides the hand in his pocket, a winning smile on his handsome face. She was paused for a second...it took her some time to finally understand his planning. "You...you are Maddox Dasher.." her voice rusty and unaware. Her expressions were unbelievable. "Why, yes. How do you know?" Vlora asked crossing both of her hands to her chest. "I'm going to kill all of you with my venom!" "Oh really? Then what about the venom I have for you?" Leticia asked.

Fucking hell. “Your girl huh,” he teases, flicking his long hair out of his face. I’m quiet for a minute as I try once more to get ahold of Colt, it’s like he’s in a deep sleep or something. I need you buddy, come on. “Man, nobody is gonna tie me down. Sex, that’s it. Aim, shoot… run,” Lance says, laughing as he falls into a chair.

Leo murmured camly. Esme didn't understand except for the fact that the assistants name is Lance. He is a black gun who is lean and tall. His hair is trimmed short. "I didn't mean to boss" Lance explained, but Leo waved him off. Lance left immediately. He didn't dare to look at Esme again. Even though he is piting her. He knows more than anyone that its hard to please their boss. Leo is now looking at Esme expectantly. "You can begin now" he murmured and pushed the blueprints closer to her on his desk. Esme couldn't read anything on his face.

The small boat had already pulled alongside the Enterprise, and several masked men began climbing up fast, moving like they had done this before. Lance reached Ragnar just as Ragnar staggered slightly, grabbing the railing for balance. “I’m fine,” Ragnar muttered, but his voice was already slower, heavier. “You’re not fine,” Lance said, grabbing his arm to steady him. “We need to—” Another thwip sound. Lance felt something hit his side. He froze. Slowly, he looked down and saw the dart stuck in his shirt. “Oh… shit,” he whispered. He pulled it out immediately, but he already felt it,.his arms getting heavy, his legs not responding fast enough, his vision slightly blurring around the edges.

Ryn watched Lance, who was getting ready to go to Glorious Corp. The girl smiled a simple smile. Never had she seen Lance look as dapper as he did today. Lance looked much more mature with his navy-blue long-sleeved shirt and clipped hair. The leather shoes Judith had bought him made him look even cooler. This was another look from Lance that made Ryn couldn't stop smiling. "I don't know what time my business will be done. If you need anything, you can come to Stacy. I told her to keep an eye on you," Lance said as he brushed his hair into a neat bun.

That he still has a big effect on him. David followed him quietly. Until they arrived at the parking lot. "Let's just use David's car." Said Lance. David nodded. Lance is happy because David seems to be obedient now so he wants to abuse this opportunity. It was a big opportunity for him to saw that David could do nothing if he did not follow their wishes because Dawn is with them.

“Okay, Uncle Lance.” Lance Theodore – the heir of D&E insurance corporation. He has an innocent, sheep-like face, that everyone might imagine how heaven opened widely, white dove descending from above and light shone brightly when Lance was born. But unknown to many, Lance has a dark past which wasn’t suited to his current job as the owner of the flower shop. “Good evening, sir Lance!” The subdivision guard greeted him with a salute. Lance peeked through the open window and also saluted at the hardworking guard. “Good evening, Bernard.”

Standing in a loose circle, all stiff and focused, like something serious is happening. My stomach twists There’s something about the way they gathered in that open field that makes it feel like danger. Then my eyes catch Lance. Sitting on the hood of his black car, legs slightly apart, His white shirt is untucked, loose, the first three buttons undone. His forearms are inked, thick veins running down to his hands. He looks— God! Never seen him in white before. Mark is standing beside him, holding a tablet talking. Lance is just…listening.