Dwight Fairfield Novels & Stories

“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."

“Since you still have a sense of dignity, we can just forget what happened in the past.” Dwight sided with the top three families and committed many atrocities in the past yet he refused to admit that Arcadia’s martial arts were trash. Kaze had a second look at him. Men were already complicated, especially under different circumstances. “Thank you, Mr. Lee.” Dwight went off with tears and snot covering his face. Kaze then left in the car the school prepared for him. … Back in Hudson Investment Firm, Danny entered the building in his professional attire while surrounded by business elites.

I expressed sincerely, conveying my appreciation through a nod of respect. Indeed, much like Ruth had assured me, there was no need for concern. In contrast to Hawthorne, Alpha Riel, despite his formidable power, exuded an air of humility. He bore the semblance of a leader steadfast in his commitment to safeguarding those under his charge. His act of forgiveness, even in the midst of conflict with the Crescent Moon pack, illuminated his character. It showcased a man of compassion, one deserving of his leadership role. "Mmm," he replied, a smile playing on his lips. "You're free to go," he stated, offering a nod of dismissal. I turned and retraced my steps, heading back in the direction where

to jet black and his skin was a beautiful copper tan. Did I get kidnapped by a model? I immediately jumped up and went to pull my gun from my holster only to realize it wasn’t there, “Who the fuck are you? Where am I? Where is my gun? Listen, just let me go. I don’t have anything for you! Let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone!” I was backing away from the man when I realized there were two more massive men standing behind the couch I had been laying on. “Uhh, ma’am, I found you just outside my property. You were knocked unconscious so I brought you here and my,” his eyes darted to the smaller of the two men, “friend here, Connelly, patched up that nasty wound on the back of your head. I’