Dwight Schrute Mose Novels & Stories

Suddenly reality set in and I remembered I had the most gorgeous man on the face of the earth who just so happened to be a dangerous shape-shifter, inside my house right now. I shakily reached for my door knob and opened my door and walked in. Dalton was sitting on my couch with his foot propped up on his knee and his arms draped over the back of the couch. His eyes were trained on my body and the shifted up to my face and I could see the blood red color swirling in them. I swallowed audibly and pulled at the bottom hem of my shirt, “Um, would you like a beer or some wine? I think I have red and white, but beer is my usual go-to. I just like the way it taste.” I was rambling when Dalton star

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

As my mind drifts back to the revelation and discussion at the dining area, I fail to notice an approaching figure until its voice interrupts my reverie. "S’cuse me?" Startled, I turn to face the man who has materialized beside me. The sunlight highlights his features. He shares the same body frame as Hugh, and has black curly hair with neatly shaved sides. "I'm Dwight," he says, extending a hand in greeting, making his bicep flex underneath his fitted shirt. "It’s my first time seeing you. Did you come here with Alpha Hugh?” “I did.”

"Be careful with this stack. Don't let it attack you." "Ha-ha-ha," I deadpan. It's not that Dwight is a bad guy. It's that he's… well, creepy. Weird. Unsettling. Things about him turn me away — normally in revulsion. He wasn't socialized enough as a child or something. He tries to be funny, but he doesn't hit the mark. Ever.

Our usual set up was, I would introduce myself to his business associates if they needed anything from me, a coffee maybe, a pen or whatever they needed. ‘’You’re hiding a gem in your office, Devin” the old man named Mr. Ruso spoke, his eyes taking over my body from head to toe and licked his lips disgracefully. “Can I have a dance with you, Ms. Green.” He looks like a dirty old man and my hand around Devin’s biceps tightened, but Devin pressed my hands gently, again.

His black tactical jacket made his shoulders look even broader, and his Alpha presence was impossible to ignore, even in the freezing wind. "So, you're working at Hilltop now?" he asked, casual-like. "Yeah," Melanie said without looking up. Thinking back to how stone-cold she was around Archer and Camille at the test track, Dwight's eyes darkened. "Since when?" "A while now." Dwight wanted to dig deeper, but he could feel the "don't go there" vibe coming off her in waves. He played it smart and backed off. "That's one," he said instead.

He then called out, “Are you home, Moses?” Hearing this, Moses Drake walked out of the living room. Joanna was supposed to marry this man’s older brother. Moses and Jimmy were of similar age so they were rather close. Moses smiled when he saw Jimmy and said, “Hey, Jim! Come in.” He invited Jimmy inside, where a few people were sitting in the living room. They were revealed to be the youngsters of the Drake family, including Grisha who was smiling away as he ate something while seated in his wheelchair.

Drake became more alert and prepared to make a shift while clenching his fists. A figure emerged from the crack of the open door. A man with an eccentric appearance whose face was familiar. Although he looked older than the last time they met, there was no mistaking that he was Santiago Moreli. "Huh, Judith Morrow. A face that never ages," Santiago greeted with an expression as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

“What are you doing? “Mr. Moses, please be rational. “I’ve just finished a thirteen-hour-long operation on your sister, and I’m exhausted. It’s alright if you’re not grateful, but can you please not interrupt my rest?” The man smirked cooly. “I know that you’ve had a tough time, Dr. Summers. Thus, as the patient’s family, I would like to provide you with a better way of getting rest. Isn’t that alright?” Then, he took Sally into his arms and looked at the three other people in the room. “I’ll be taking Dr. Summers with me.” “If anyone asks, tell them that my name is Elijah Moses.” He finished his sentence and ignored Sally’s struggling as he gathered her into his arms and left the office.

she asked of his name. " Calvin Dwight, CEO of Dwight Industries," he introduced. JACKPOT! She rejoiced in her mind. Her friends were happy for her, while other sugar babies looked on jealously.