Glenn X Daryl Novels & Stories

Stella" I turned around and was met with the eyes of Daryl. He looked perfect as always in his suit and neatly styled hair. A pair of cold eyes met mine when I glanced behind him. Brad was staring at me like he wanted to either strangle me to death or more so, Daryl. "What are you doing here?" "Ummm - " Baby, who's this?" Mom appeared beside me confusion wriiten on her face as she looked at Daryl who seemed surprised. " I'm Daryl, Stella's boss"

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

As for Franklin I haven't heard from him in a while but I know he's loving good somewhere. Daryl's father was now fully retired and had been enjoying the rest of his time in Hawaii with a few old friends of his. He sent Daryl a photo couple days ago and I was both amazed and shocked by it. He was at the beach in a very tight underwear but he didn't look all that bad and in the back you could see some women staring. After checking my stock I left the store room and went towards the counter area. The place was filled and it wasn't even past twelve yet. I had six persons working for me and jut last week I gave them a raise and they were more than happy for it.

"But—" "Just give me the painkillers. That's all." "...Alright, Miss Cheesy." --- It had been three days since Daryl started scouring every corner of the city. He had called over a dozen unfamiliar numbers. He even ignored Clara’s calls. His phone kept buzzing, but Daryl didn’t care. His eyes were locked on the road, scanning every face that passed by. "Cheesy... where are you?" he muttered, pounding the steering wheel in frustration. As his car slowed at a small intersection, Daryl’s eyes caught sight of a familiar figure.

he finished. Daryl was still in the pack dungeons. He was sentenced to death, but Slade wanted it to be alongside his mate and Lennox. He didn’t let me see Daryl still, and I never brought up the topic around him again since it annoyed him. These are good times between us and I don’t want to ruin them.

Grayson tightens his grip on my hand while he waits for me to continue talking. I sigh. "His name is Reilly." "He was my partner, for a long time. What I didn't know, was that he was secretly working to get me to lead an uprising against all the Packs. I wanted an uprising, but mainly against Kaden. Instead I was fueling something greater, and I hate myself for it..." Grayson skids to a stop. I pause, wanting to listen more to the sound of the soft breeze blowing through the leaves than his scolding voice. But his answer surprises me.

Halfway through her sentence, she was startled when she saw what happened before her. She saw the VIP, Mr. Glenn standing there, looking at Darryl with a smile. 'What's going on?' 'Does Mr. Glenn know him?' 'That's impossible. Mr. Glenn is a God-like man. Even Grandpa had to address him as Senior. How could Mr. Glenn know someone like Darryl?' She was about to enter to drag Darryl out of there. However, Divine Farmer grabbed Darryl's arm and chuckled. "We haven't drunk together for a long time. Come, let's have some wine together."

said Daryl as he stood before Jessica and gently held onto her hand, his face full of adoration for her. “She… Yes, she is… Regardless, where have you been all these years, dad?” replied Dylan who was still utterly shocked. “I’ll tell you all about it once I get rid of these scoundrels!” sneered Daryl as he turned back to look at Kort. “So it appears that you’re Daryl! The master of the Crawford family who went missing a few decades ago! I see, I see! Well that’s just perfect that you’ve finally decided to show yourself again today! I’ll slaughter you along with the rest of the Crawfords! That way, truly zero of the Crawfords will continue to exist!” replied Kort with a frigid laugh.

His heart ached with the magnitude of the moment, but relief washed over him knowing that they were finally free. In the distance, Elaine’s mother, Daryl’s grandmother, stood frozen in place, watching the scene unfold with wide, tearful eyes. She hadn’t seen Daryl since he was born, having been held captive by Vercus for years, Vercus had brought her along to taunt Elaine with but did not last long enough to do as please. Now, finally free, she took a tentative step forward, her body trembling with overwhelming emotions. Daryl turned, his eyes locking onto hers. The recognition was instant, something deep and instinctual. He had never met his grandmother, yet there was something familiar in

He wondered what the he wanted and almost considered not picking the call but with a sigh, he picked up. "Hello, is this Mr Cayden's Older brother?" Daryl's eyes narrowed on hearing the voice which doesn't belong to his brother...he replied anyway. "Yes, that's me" He could hear the Man on the other end sigh in relief "Mr Cayden and his friends are already so drunk and can't leave on their own. Mr Cayden said to call you if there was any problem" The young man.explained, much to Daryl's displeasure. He could already guess who the two friends were as Cayden almost didn't have any friend except Yelena, Halle, Eleanor and Johan. And the only people he'll leave the company with were his secretar