Eric Dane Novels & Stories

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

I entered inside the small office to see a lady sitting at the front desk named Sherry. "May I help you?' She aked politely. "Um yes, I m here to answer the ad for the housekeeping position?" I said trying to sound confident. "Ah yes, let me get Mr. Baxter in here." After she called him, Mr. Baxter came out he was a big man, wit ha big belly and a smoker's breath. He looked tired, his eyes red and watery, his hair and mustache all greasy like. He reeked of sweat and cigarette and I couldn't stand the smell of him. However, I was here to get hired for a job that I desperately needed, so I ignored it and followed him into his office which was also smelled like a disgusting barn. "You are here

Damien jumps up from his seat, shoving his feet in his shoes. "Wait, I need to shower and get dressed, I thought we'd be stuck in all day." Emery squeals, running upstairs. "I'll see you later then?" Gale asks Darius, who's heading for the front door already, which is unusual for him, the last two mornings he's lingered to have breakfast. "Definitely, I owe you all drinks for scaring you yesterday. I'll text you." He winks at her, then with a quick wave at the rest of us, he's gone, his car screeching and flicking up gravel as he speeds out of the driveway.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

consistently. “Kind of,” she replied, offering a small shrug. “It’s hard not to be, out here.” He chuckled softly, stepping closer but still maintaining a respectable distance. “I figured. It’s quiet, and you don’t have many around your age to talk to.” “I’ve noticed,” she replied dryly, though not unkindly. “I’m Karl,” he said, nodding slightly. “Serena,” she said, even though he already knew. Her name was no secret here. But saying it aloud felt a little like reclaiming something.

CALLUM Jayden, the only guy in our group who isn't afraid to speak his mind even when being stared at by three females. He is blonde like me and he has deep blue eyes, more deeper than mine that tends to change colors everytime. Sometimes I think his eyes are purple. He is a 6 feet 2 and very athletic, if you know what I mean. He isn't on the football or basket ball team in the school because he doesn't like them. But he goes to the gym a lot and he spends his time in a boxing arena during weekends. He wrestles sometimes too. He lives with his mum and his elder sister. His dad, let's just say some where in the world like my dad neglecting his duties. He changes phones too much just like tash

“The biggest music record label CEO, popularly known as CEO Dante, is currently under investigation by the board of directors for fraud and embezzlement of company funds.” I froze for a minute, staring at the television in disbelief. My eyes widened as I saw his face on the screen. Dante, in a crisp black suit, walking out of his office building, with cameras flashing all around him. He didn’t speak, or even attempt to answer the reporters screaming questions at him. He just walked straight ahead with that stern unapproachable look on his face.

It must have cost hundreds of millions of dollars. “Excuse me?” He walked into the locker room and I refused to walk backwards. No man was going to intimidate me—especially one I didn’t know. “You should quit and look for another job. There is no place for a whore like you here.” Suddenly, Derek appeared behind him. It started to make sense. One of them was feeding the other with malicious information about me. The reason was still unknown. “Do I know you?” I asked. He stepped closer, into my personal space to intimidate me but I refused to cower in fear. I may have been broke but I wasn’t a coward.