Eric Dane Novels & Stories

“But this… conversation isn’t over.” Darius Left.

Now, Danica could see this woman face to face. If she hadn't been in contact with Erica frequently in a short time and known her well, Danica would have believed that this woman just looked similar to those home wreckers who came lusting after Zayn years in and year out. Her face fell when she realized that it was Erica Burnett, the woman who she has been begging for an appointment to discuss the dress plan for her fashion runway. Erica had personally given her an appointment at the time, but she didn't show up then and now, Erica had refused to see her again. Seeing the woman standing there, she felt helpless. She decided to put on an act this time. Danica knew that in Zayn's memories, she

, I told him. "You don't have to thank me. Whatever I'm doing is for you and Jake", said Dane. "I miss Jake", I told him. "I miss him too", said his eyes very dark with sadness. Had Heidi recovered? ", I asked him. Even though she was my sister she spend a lot of time with Dane. She handles the marketing department. It makes her very happy according to Dane. He says many of his clients are amazed by the fact that he shares a cordial relationship with his ex. He said that his ex was also his sister-in-law. So he had no choice. But the last one was said with a laugh. He was joking.

Dan stood at the drink table, the late September sun warm on his shoulders, the backyard buzzing with neighborhood laughter. At thirty-eight, six-foot-one with a solid, gym-honed build, he was the picture of suburban success..finance guy, devoted husband, Little League coach. But his eyes kept drifting to Kara.

He starts on the other hotdog. "I'm a big guy, and I need calories," says Dane. "Fair statement," I say. Dane is much larger than me. He's maybe 6' 3"? "How tall are you?" I ask. "6' 4"," replies Dane. He takes a bite into his second hot dog. "I was close. I thought you were 6' 3"," I say. "Hmm," hums Dane as he chews his second hot dog. "You haven't told me a lot about yourself," says Dane.

I snorted, “Go ahead. I don’t care. Continue licking after your dad’s shadow.” Her dark brown eyes filled with rage and her hands were about to hit me when a hand stopped her. “Quiet, Beta Drake’s b*tch.” I heard Darian’s deep voice beside me, hovering tall over my 5’3 ass. His earthy scent lingered on me, tickling my nose. Darian is 6'1 in height, almost the same size as his dad now. His cerulean eyes seemed to drown my soul whenever we made eye contact, his shiny blonde hair that he kept in a neat style, and his exuding aura shone wherever he goes, attracting and intimidating everyone around him. He’s ready to take his role as the future alpha now. He looks drop-dead gorgeous and ravishing

He bowed his head to Kendrick. "Very well. Let's have a seat." He gestured for Dane to take a seat. At the mention of that, Dane's legs turned to jelly as he pulped down on the sofa. He had never been so grateful for the softness chairs offered him. He resisted the urge to breathe out a sigh of relief. That was contradictory to what he had told Kendrick. Kendrick was a bit of an eccentric. He could spend the whole day asking random questions to which he already knew the answers.

she asked, anger evident on her face. Dean approached me, and I noticed how Linda looked at him, almost on the verge of tears. Then the guy stood up and approached Dean with a smile. "I was hoping you wouldn't come," he said to Dean, who shot him an angry look. "Yeah, Drake, I came, but I wasn't planning on seeing you here." Observing them both, it was clear they weren't the type to act like friends. Dean referred to him as Drake, so I assumed he must have been the one who called earlier.

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.