Dwayne Johnson Novels & Stories

Cops dressed in black and white outfits stood in the midst of the scene patrolling with shotguns and rifles in their hands while more cops dressed in overall black outfits walked out of the motel chattering. ZOOM! A red highlander zoomed in and halted rapidly before the scene, the chattering cops were attracted by the car and they walked towards it. Form the car he emerged. He was more like a remarkably built man, too muscular to be the sheriff. He was Scott Evans, a very bald man with narrow eyes and pointy nose, he also had a canine tattoo on his left shoulder that peeked through his white short sleeve t-shirt, he wore a brown trouser and white trainers. He was more like the

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“Call Dwayne for that, doll. Do you want me to die by the hands of my person?” She pouted. “Call Dwayne then, R., please? I already made an antidote for this chemical, you don't need to worry.” she said, clearly persuading him to agree to her offer. “I know that, doll, but still… you knew how crazy my person can get, right? She's your friend too, but I don't want any issues between us.” “Fine, I'll talk to Dwayne.” she replied and smiled at him. Moments later, Rey is seen in the background while Dwayne is in front of the camera already.

His vivid blue-grey eyes were already boring holes in my being when I locked eyes with his hues. He was towering over me, he’s Shaquille O'Neal looking down at my Eva Longoria height. I froze when he reached for my face, unable to step back because the closed door of the bathroom was behind me. “W-what are you doing?” I knew he won’t hurt me, but base on my experiences, looks can be fucking deceiving. He placed his closed palms under my chin, his thumb brushing the side of my mouth. “You got drools, Sweetheart.”

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

I chuckle softly, looking toward Zander’s arm. His face went from a small friendly smile to a frustrated glare. “Yes, and you did a number on Danni, Eric and five of my top warriors, three of whom are in ICU fighting for their lives.” he glares at me eyes flickering from gold to hazel as he tries to control his own wolf’s anger.

“I wonder who it is.” Jeremy stood up and walked over to the door, pulling it open. His eyes went wide when he was greeted by the sight of a dishevelled looking Davien. “Mr. Huxley? What are you doing here?” he remarked in astonishment. Hell, he hadn’t been expecting him at all, that Dwayne Johnson showing up at his front door would have been a more plausible option. Davien cleared his throat, looking all types of uncomfortable. From the way the man had just addressed him so formerly, it was possibly one of his employees. Fan-freaking-tastic! “Good evening. Is Miranda with you?” he said with a veneer of hesitation.

Dwayne snorted in reply. “I'm not in the mood for your shits, Dwayne. It's too early to be having this kind of conversation with you. You know you are supposed to be mourning your beloved grandfather, not arguing words with me.” Mockery was visible in Damon's speech. “I see…” Dwayne muttered with a shoulder shrug. Who spend days mourning the dead these days? Dwayne knows Damon is right, but he is afraid of how his staffs will handle his companies behind him. He doesn't want to repeat the same mistake again, at least not now.

“Fat booty, my ass! Screw you. I’m Dwayne Johnson shitting hot.” Abby giggled as she shut the sliding door. John glared at them through the glass, making them hoot with laughter. “Hey, Icelander. This isn’t over. You’d better sleep with one eye open; I’ll be coming for you.” Max gave John the finger as Abby pulled the curtains shut. “Dwayne Johnson shitting hot, did he just say that?” Max grinned. “He surely did.” “I feel bad that I called him fat. He’s far from it.”

It would also be the start of Dwayne getting more responsibilities as his uncle, Leroy Atkins who is now the current Vice President of the company will retire and pass the position to him next year. So they didn’t have much time to date at the moment. Just like Morris, he was too busy with work that he couldn’t spend as much time with Tuesday. Although that shouldn’t be made the reason for her to cheat on him. If she wasn’t satisfied with him, she should have broken up with him instead of pretending everything’s alright and then having an affair on the side. Worst of all, she even planned to continue with the marriage and the affair at the same time. In the end, she was only a gold digger. N

She laughs, and I look at her, confused. "He's a ladies’ man. You mentioned someone you wanted attention from, right?" I nod to her. "Then Dwayne is the man. Let him take you out, have fun with him as it will just be fun. A lot of women fall at Dwayne's feet, so if any man will make this guy, you like jealous, it is Dwayne." I listen to her words. Dwayne is hot. He's in his thirties, covered in tattoos, but his eyes are just, I don't even know the work, blue and warm. Yet, you can see the crazy in them, which I like.