Dustin Rhys Story Novels & Stories

Great, what a sh*t! “How did you become friends?” Dylan asked. I look at Rhys to give him a sign to not speak to much. “We’re classmates before and I didn’t expect that I’ll be seeing her again here” Rhys spoke. He has to lie for me or else everyone will keep digging on my past that I have been avoiding people to know and to leak. “That’s cool. I’m Quinn’s friend too” Rhys insisted. “You’re not my friend” I directly told him.

While Victor stood there in shock, Ethan continued, “You thought Rhys died because he couldn’t handle the blow you dealt him, but he never told you, and you never bothered to dig into his past. “He lost his family when he was eight, and his childhood sweetheart gave up on him when he was seventeen, choosing his best friend instead. After college, he worked alongside me and was always dedicated to Riveria’s affairs. Saving Riveria was the only thing on his mind every day he woke up.” Ethan continued, “You seriously thought your little tricks could shake his resolve? If anything, he probably laughed at your pathetic attempts.” Victor was stunned. They genuinely did not know about Rhys’ past. L

"Are you completely out of your mind?" My voice echoed sharply in the small, pitch-black pantry. I yanked my hand back, and this time Rhys let me go. I stepped away from him, my hip hitting the edge of a shelf, but I did not care. The anger inside me was beating like a drum. "I had to stop the story, Sasha," Rhys said. His voice was a low rumble in the darkness, defensive and tight. "If he printed that injury report, everything would end tonight. The contract. The season. Everything."

Inside smelled like stale beer, desperation, and Rhys Caldwell. He sat at a long table covered in maps and guns, back to us, barking orders at three lieutenants. Lisa’s voice crackled over a speaker phone, shrill and panicked. “They’re coming, Uncle Rhys! Blackthorn is—” I shifted back to human, naked and furious, and stepped into the light. “Looking for me?” Rhys spun, eyes widening. He was older than Damien’s father, built like a tank gone to seed, gray beard, scars across his knuckles.

I needed answers. "Of course she does" The guy had jumped in to reply before Diane could do anything. He had his hands rested on the back of a hot blonde at his side "My name's Dustin" He stretched out a hand for me and I hesitantly took it, holding firmly. "Dustin Wilson" He completed with a very wide smile. I stared at his face and realized that it was really the same Dustin Wilson, the son of a popular billionaire, Jimmy Wilson, and Diane seems to know him well.

Dustin, on the other hand, split his eyes slowly, rubbing slowly on his orbs, trying to recall the compelling situation he found himself in. He recalled drinking a little the previous night, and then the new cycle followed up; they had a few more drinks with Hayle, yet as soon as Hayle made her way out of the house, she realized what a great deal of fun they were having and then drank some more. Then, after three asn, he had not stopped. He won't necessarily be expected in the office. Although he knows things might get awkward between him and Hayle, which is why he lied about having a thing or two to do, I was hoping that eventually, if she came to push, the entire thing would be off their s

It also comes at the beginning of the end and also at the ending of time? "Man, that’s a hard one.” Dusty exhaled as he tried to figure it out. “I’d lose too,” he finally said as he couldn’t figure it out. “I thought it was hard until I learned the answer. Now I’m off to date with a stranger,” Aiden grunted. “I should be getting some nookie to blow off some steam,” he rolled his eyes. "Can't you just make up an excuse, and then you can come over and have some fun like we used to? I have the number of a new escort service. Virginia's finest. I'm talking about daughters of politicians and billionaires. Rich girls with daddy issues,” Dustin giggled.

And technically, she probably does. I begin pacing, from one end of the room to the other, trying to arrange the disaster inside my head into something coherent, until eventually I realize there is no good way to say any of it. So I stop trying. "Before Rhys came to Ashford, he was involved with people he never should have been involved with." She shifts in the seat in discomfort. "He opened his first clubs using money from one of them. He tried leaving that world behind." I drag a hand through my hair. "They didn't appreciate that. So they took him. "

“Don’t believe a word he says.” “Oh, you don’t believe me, son?” Dustin scoffed, he pointed towards Bernard and Valarie. “Why don’t you ask them the truth!?” “Tell your son the truth!” Dustin screamed in their direction. “Or wait…should I tell you that your mother ran away from me to save you? I never thought that she would be as clever as to hide here in Glaham. You know, she wasn’t–herself at that time.” Dustin barely finished his last sentence before Bernard landed right on top of him. Bernard pinned him to the rubble with his fists. Dustin groaned as he coughed in pain.

I dust over the bed and lay on it. This is not the type of arrival I wanted, I wanted to feel at home again, to be welcomed with no worries but no, it is the other way around. Mama letting out her insecurities about Hassan, khairat is busy with her upcoming examination and Hussain is no where to be found. The door creaked ajar as a broad figure entered inside, the person's face came into light and it was Hussain. I quickly ran into his embrace, without caring if he stinks or he is sweating." Babe, I thought something happened. You stayed long and I was worried" I muttered into his chest.