Dwight Fairfield Novels & Stories

Chapter 73 Arthur’s POV It’s been eleven hours since Damian, Monica, and Adrian were attacked. Mom is still in the clinic with Ainsley and Justin. Damian shrugs and throws the pen he's holding on the table. “This is boring.” He complains. Everyone ignores him. We know him to be trouble, doing his things recklessly. “We should be out there, searching for him. Not sitting here, reading some bunch of fucking boring books and staring at gadgets.” He stated.

"By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?" Christiana asked, her face etched with bewilderment. "Very funny, but it's true...My boss Wade Roberto is really doing a good job when it comes to the staff welfare." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully. "What about Seth Nathaniel, when are you guys planning to do the wedding?" Vicki's voice was laced with a mixture of concern and empathy. Daisy Hunter found the question disturbing as she furrowed her eyes in bewilderment and stared at Vicki before managing to say, "We haven't fixed a date yet, we're both occupied with work at

Reporter Harold Griffin came in. Dwight looked back and saw the man with pale porcelain skin, rosy cheeks, rounded eyes and red lips. ‘I said before that if I am a guy than I will date a cute looking guy with porcelain skin. But that doesn’t mean I consider Harold as one,’ Dwight told to himself before he smiled at the reporter. “Hello our cutie reporter~” he greeted. Harold rolled his eyes. “My eyes were shocked by the sudden change of vision. You and your guest have a huge gap when in terms of height.”

Her friend’s interest got piqued at once. “How much are you willing to pay? Its exclusive...” They haggled a bit before they finally settled on a prize and she spilled all she knew. And it wasn’t long before the news made the headlines and thus it read, “How the commissioner of police had stormed into a club-house with armed men in daytime. What could have brought a commissioner to such a place?” And soon the news spread in the town. While some argued, the commissioner of police, Mr Clinton always visited the said clubhouse at night hence his bold visit in the daytime, others argued a different scenario.

Rowan’s point of view: Alpha Dalton strode easily down the underground tunnel alongside the dungeons cells. Stopping by the cell in which Finn was being held captive, he gestured at me to unlock the door. I bowed in respect and quickly unlocked the door for him. Holding it open, I waited for him to enter the cell. It wasn’t the first time I’ve seen Alpha Dalton this serious. I was used to working with him in every kind of situations and this one was close to a similar occurrence that had happened before.

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.

“yes. After seeing reid, im going to pay a visit to king Anthony, the ladser of the faes and find out some things about the faes that went missing.” “but if alpha reid is responsible, you should just interrogate him and let him tell us where he is keeping them.” Dwight sighed. “im honestluy hoping ried is not involved and it is someone elde.” “is he truly a dangerous man?” Dwight sighed. “I seriously have no idea whether he us. Its like I don’t even know him anymore. When we were kids, he was a really good friend and he protected us all. I was just surpireised he could change and want to hurt us. I wonder when he became that dangerous.”

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.

"Dwight, I thought you were going to die a lonely man. You never showed any interest in girls before, but now I get it. It's not that you weren't interested, just that you had high standards and hadn't found someone you liked. Halsey here—she's way out of the league of the girls who used to chase you around!" Dwight set the spatula down and looked at Warren. "Let's talk outside." They stepped out into the yard, and Dwight said, "Alright, enough with the small talk. What did you come here for?" Warren's face grew serious. "You told me to keep an eye on Phantom—he's here." Phantom was the notorious drug lord from years ago. Dwight's father had worked as an undercover agent in his gang, but eve

Dwight talked to his friend on the phone for a few more moments, then ended it with a big smile. "Dwight, can I ask you a question?" I asked cautiously. "Of course, Loreine," Dwight said. "Was the friend who called you earlier, someone named Jared Reiner?" I asked again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation." Dwight's face lit up. "Yes. He's a businessman and I think he's pretty well-known around here. He and I were childhood friends and went to junior high school together, before I moved to Canada."