Farley Dolly Alderton Novels & Stories

She made a careless clicking sound and added “Some scum who thinks he’s won with 10 steroid injected misfits.” “Heh! Do you think I would bring you here with just 10 men??” The bald man sneered. “Let me introduce myself. I am Dolce Fulton.” Dolce lifted his lips in mockery. “This is my friend Dickson Landon.” He rubbed his hand against his baldness on top of his head. “And don’t worry, there's another 10 in the dark and another 50 guarding this factory outside. So don’t get your hopes high.”

It’s so warm and rich, and I know for memory it’s Alden. “Well Alpha,” someone else else replies. I'm assuming it’s a doctor. “I would assume she will wake soon. It seems we have a miracle on our hands.”

They retired to Daisy's room, the events of the day still lingering in Daisy's mind as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. "Ally! Are you asleep yet?" Daisy Hunter asked as she stared at the wall clock, the time was 8.59 pm. "What is it?...are you finally ready to let me help you as a Doctor?" Allison's voice was barely above whispers as she sat up on the bed. "Have a look at this?" Daisy Hunter said, her hands wobbly as she hands her best friend the file. "What is this?" Allison asked, her face etched with bewilderment and anxiousness.

“ Fancy seeing you here,” Clinton said as Aly walked into the bar. “ Hello to you too; I came with a friend though,” she smiled at him. The bar reminded her of the first time she met Bazyli. It felt like yesterday; up until now, she cannot explain what drew her to him. She just fell for him at first sight. “ Really?” “ Yeah, there she is.” Aly said as Davina joined her at the table. “ Hi,” “ Hello, what can I get you?” Clinton asked Davina, forgetting about Aly at that moment. She smiled, looking at them as they openly flirted with each other.

Farley, on the other hand, collapsed to the ground feebly. “Clan Leader!” Ignoring their injuries, the elders got up from the ground. At that moment, Farley sat back up with difficulty. He was relatively young and looked about 40 years old. However, his face was pallid and hardly had any color to it. He gently waved his hand and stopped the elders from approaching him. “I-I’m afraid I’m not going to make it.”