Farm Dakota Novels & Stories

"Emma, Jake's current affection level is 93.261%. You're only 90 points away from 5,000." Hearing the system's update, I quickly ran the numbers. It was time to go all out. … While Jake was in the shower, I glanced at his phone. Dakota had messaged him, inviting him out for a night of intimacy. After a week of restraining himself with me, Jake had agreed without hesitation. Before long, the two of them were speeding up the mountain in a sports car. They set up their tent on the grassy edge of the cliff. "Jake, are you sure about this spot? Aren't you afraid that Emma might show up?" Dakota purred, her fingers tracing along his collar.

I cannot wait to see what the rest of the night holds for us. I set the table for us. I put all of the food on the table. I go ahead and make his plate. He makes me another drink on the patio. Maybe I will fuck him out there next. He brings my glass in and hands it to me. “Nothing for you?” I ask him. “Do you have a beer?” Dakota asks. “I do, in the fridge,” I say to him. He takes a beer out of the fridge. He sits down at the table. “I cannot remember the last time I had someone cook for me,” Dakota says.

She nodded in understanding. “Thank you for offering to cook, but I’ll have to decline. I’d just like to go over the marriage contract you made and retire for the night, if that’s okay?” Dakota said. She didn’t know how to tell him yet that she couldn’t trust herself to eat any food that wasn’t cooked by her or bought from a convenience store without sounding rude and unappreciative. He frowned. “What did you eat today?” She’d had only a medium sized burger and a Diet Coke in the morning. “I got some fast food downtown.” She answered, vaguely. Knowing how he was now, he’d try to make her eat something and he’d succeed because she was just too tired to argue.

We talked about how we passed today’s training and I laughed when I told the girls how happy Drake looked when Dakota was straddling him on the floor making them all go into fits of laughter at the thought of it… we talked about our work, and that I had started painting again and that I had managed to save even more money to hopefully one day have my own gallery. Maisie was a dentist assistant and would always tell us funny stories about the client’s reactions while they were high on Novocaine. Lola worked for her families company that specialised in a range of posh and expensive cars that were hired when anyone in the town would want to do travelling, most of the town used bicycles or motor

She mouth 'I'll kill you' and let my hand go, she hold my mom's arms instead. "Mrs. Callahan, what do you want to eat?" She asked. “Please.. Daisy is fine. I want a meat today, I miss Korean beef. How about you?" My mom asked and Dakota nodded. "I love meat too!" She squaled and my mom smiled all the time. I didn't expect for her to like Dakota. Dakota wore a revealing clothes but she doesn't complain a bit. Weird. "Sorry If I interupt your sleep Dakota, I didn't know you're here." Mom said and Dakota smiled

I jumped into the front seat. “Where are we going?” Lyle asked me as I backed out. “How about Mama T's Diner?” I asked him. “What do they have there?” Lyle asked. “Oh, you know, burgers, fries...pie.” “Pie?” Lyle asked excitedly. “Okay!” I laughed at Lyle’s enthusiasm. Anaconda wasn't all that busy. There were only three vehicles parked outside the diner. We pulled up, and I helped Lyle out of the truck. We walked hand in hand toward the restaurant.

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For her to use a lot of high technology at her hotel. Dakota brought her motorcycle today instead of her car. The car that they used earlier to meet up with Ruby belonged to Knives. Dakota drove out of the parking lot with her motorcycle as she circled around until she passed by the front of her hotel. She was about to leave when someone caught her eye which made her immediately turn her motorcycle and put it on stop. She pushed the visor of her helmet up as she blinked multiple times in case she was hallucinating—but she was not.

That happiness, and it sure as hell ain’t in this palace. My finger traces the art on his skin, and I realize Dumbo has something very similar. Is this another cousin? A brother? My mind is still humming, and I realize I’m staring at myself. The person I know is inside me still. Yet she looks so different in a sleeveless shirt and shorts. Mud covers her arms and legs both. I pull the page so hard to turn it, I nearly rip it out. “Dakota of Misty Glen. Father is Alpha Braden, mother is Luna Alice. Age: 16, unmated.”

“ What is your name and can you tell me how you are treated within the pack?” “I’m Dakota and I’m treated quite well by my mother. I have no clue who my father is. The owner of the shop where I work is fairly nice, but many of the women who shop there are not. Several call me foul names, one is just jealous that her boyfriend and I were caught making out when she was occupied with her job and he was visiting his brother next door to my mother’s and my place. But I suspect many others either know or suspect their men come to me to fulfill desires they have. It’s not like many of them are Fated Mates and I refuse to be serious about anyone who is not my Fated.” “Dakota, please tell me you are