Dwight Meme Novels & Stories

Dwight was certainly full of himself as he growled impatiently while glaring at Hughie and the rest, "I told you all to stay inside—just leave the rest to us." His technique, the Crestone Fists, had always beaten any opponent to a bloody pulp, so he would rather not have an audience. "Yes, yes, yes." Hughie did not argue and quickly pulled Cindy inside. Gina started to pull Helen along too. "Come on, Helen. Just leave the bastard to Hughie's friends—let's stay out of this."

Helen hasn't woken up so I sneak out to see what is happening. "Dwight and his little bitches attacked the western border",Jonathan mumbles annoyed. "he looks like his bitch brother Mark I'm glad he is gone",I rub my neck. Helen does not need this stress especially just delivering my pups. At the border Dwight stands a smug smile on his lips as we walk up. "so your her second chance mate?" "yes and your stupid brother lost a dime piece, I stated back smugly, she is the best thing ever",he laughed. The fucker actually laughed.

It doesn’t even matter. “What about ALEZRA?” He smiled widely while waiting for my response. “Doesn’t it sound good? Hmm… then what about… EZREXIS?” I couldn’t control my expression as I grimaced while cringing so hard. “Then what about—“ he couldn’t finish what he was saying because Dwight smacked him on the head. Thank you. Dwight smiled as he pulled Ezra towards him. “Please forgive him. He’s a volleyball idiot, and a real-life idiot as well that’s why he spouts nonsense most of the time.” He was practically dissing him but Ezra doesn’t seem to mind.

I'm having a bad day already! "What! That's not what I meant! Are you not reading news or watching worldwide news? Dwight is in the hospital right now!" She beamed. "Dwight! W-What?!" We blurted out shocked. Dwight is out of our radar since he left and we don't know his whereabouts. What kind of information is this to find him but he is a critical patient? "There was an accident yesterday outside of Mort Art Gallery after the awarding. He was hit by a car." She added.

, he said. Dwight felt his eyes becoming teary and he cleaned his eyes. He pulled away and sat on the bed. Austin sitting beside him. “What are you looking at?” Dwight asked and took the picture from his hand. It was a picture of the four of them; Dwight, Tory, Amanda and Austin. The picture was taken on the twins’ three years birthday. Dwight squeezed his eyes shut and dropped the picture. “How are you?” he managed to ask. “I miss mummy and Amanda.”

He spun around, his claws flailing in panic, nearly falling, his wolf mane bristling with embarrassment. Paige gravely asked, her aura like a sunken log pressing into water, "May I say something?" Dwight, filled with disdain and his vertical pupils with contempt, retorted, "On what grounds ..." Before he finished, a punch with the force of a wolf's claw swung toward his face like a gust of wind. Dwight heard a buzz in his ears and went black. When he came to, he was on the ground, the blood from the corner of his mouth tasting coppery.

He pointed behind him. The new guy behind him snorted. My jaw tightened. Dwight thought he was something just because his father was the president and he could bully everyone in the school and still somehow get out clean. My fist hurt from not punching that stupid grin on his face. I didn’t know who was more unbearable—Ferdi or Dwight. Both were unbearable in different ways. Ferdi is a bastard and Dwight is an ass. “What are you thinking about, huh? Cat got your tongue?” Dwight took a reckless step toward me.

Dwight did not realize that Lyle was so powerful. He thought that Lyle was just talented, but he was so strong as well. He might become an official member very quickly if he joined the guild. “Haha, you’re really ignorant. You can enjoy a better life if you join our guild, and you'll have more than what you have here!” Dwight scrambled up miserably, rubbing the sore spot where he was kicked. The pain in his chest where he was kicked just now spread all over his body. He felt like he had been insulted.

Then I insist, my voice low and persuasive, "Oh, but we do. You love Anastasia, I love Hugh. While Anastasia and Hugh love each other." Dwight's slit eyebrows jerk in realization. "Let’s work together," I declare firmly. "To ensure that our mates remain ours until the end." Unexpectedly, Dwight's lips curl into a smirk, a hint of mockery dancing in his eyes. He then retorts, "Is that so? Are you not confident in your relationship with Hugh? After all, you're the one getting married to him." My smile remains unchanged, my composure still unwavering in the face of Dwight's mockery.

“Don’t tell me, just like Adam, you are starting to like her?” Brett’s eyes widened as he denied, “Are you f*cking kidding me?! Or do you want to die right now?” Dwight did not bat an eye as he laughed. “I mean, this is so weird. You are suddenly acting like a puppy. You won’t be so scared to bring her in your house, unless you have feelings for her.” “I don’t have anything, you assh*le.” “W-What? Assh*le?” Dwight asked, pointing himself. “If I am an assh*le, then I am the most handsome assh*le in someone else’s butt!”