Glenn X Daryl Novels & Stories

Daryl asked while smiling at us like a devil. Ah, right. Tomorrow is Monday, the deadline for the reports and files about the company. I thought as I tried to look away from Daryl. "N-Nothing, Sir Daryl," Kaelynn answered while she was still holding her nape, and she was sneaking her way away from Ash and me. "No, stay where you are, Kaelynn," Daryl suddenly spoke, so she stopped. Then, Daryl looked at Ash. "Check her nape," Daryl said, and Ash saluted him before approaching Kaelynn, who was shaking her head in disapproval as she covered her nape with both hands.

I asked with the calm of someone already resigned to losing. “I’ll go,” Daryl said, determined. “Then Daryl it is,” I shrugged and jumped into the water. It was a close race, but Daryl reached the tree just a hair faster. “All tied up,” Daryl said proudly. “Yeah,” I nodded. ”But now we have to send Diane—against Brian or Paul.” “Diane,” I asked, ”what are you good at?” “She’s great at sewing and cooking,” Daryl laughed. ”Not super useful here.”

Keegan explained, "Daryl became a father at twenty-one, and Ms. Clark is six years older than him. She came to my home and became my private tutor when I was four for three years. So, you could say they actually met at my house." Stella immediately started doing the calculations in her head. 'Leighton is twenty-two, and Daryl became a father at twenty-one. 'So, Daryl is only forty-two this year, which makes him twelve years older than Keegan. 'So, when Keegan was five, Daryl would only be seventeen, yet he fell for a private tutor who was in her early twenties and even married her. 'That's such a bold thing to do in their time!' Stella jokingly said, "So, are you a matchmaker for her parents

"Yeah, it’s intense. But worth it." "Congratulations in advance," I said politely, managing a weak smile. My stomach churned harder, and I pressed a hand to it under the table, willing it to settle. William barked a laugh. "Oh no, sweetheart. This is Daryl. Darren’s twin brother—the older one by three minutes. Fraternal twins, so they don’t look much alike. Night and day, really." Daryl blinked at me, his face blank for a second like he was trying to catch up.

I watch, helpless, as the fight shifts toward the center of the clearing, toward a jagged, ancient rock altar that stands like a tombstone to some long-forgotten god. Daryl is faster, despite the blood pouring from his shoulder. He catches Glenn’s arm in mid-swing, twists, and slams him backward into the stone surface of the altar. The sound of Glenn’s back meeting the cold rock is sickeningly final. Daryl pins him there, one hand wrapped around Glenn’s throat, the other pressing a blade to his jugular.

I answered. Mavis rose her eyebrows at me while Daryl laughed. "Dont worry he's gay." Daryl explained laughing even more. What? "Would you stop telling everyone that?" Ryan just walked into the kitchen. He smiled at Mavis and me. "I'm not gay." Ryan clarified. "Hey no need to be shy about it bro." Daryl said to Ryan whilst patting him on the shoulder. "I am not gay." Ryan stated again gritting his teeth slightly. "But what about that night when you alm-" Daryl was cut off by Ryan who was slightly turning red.

We were both single now, ready for new opportunities. Brian was about my height, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a dimple inherited from his father. All my swimming teammates wore their hair like mine—styled hair was popular with the girls. Two of our similarly tall swimming teammates stood next to Brian. Daryl, with his naturally tanned skin, brown hair, and larger muscles, stood out among us, while Aaron completed our group with his red hair and brown eyes. Each had a girl standing beside them—Daryl’s current girlfriend was a colorful-haired girl in a leather jacket and skirt, while Aaron’s was a short blonde with glasses, impatiently tapping her foot.

He immediately glared at me, a playful retort to my teasing. "Don't worry, you will still have your position when you go back," he assured me, his words a weight lifted from my shoulders. We were deep in conversation, discussing work matters, when the door swung open again. Joana and Tyler entered, their faces etched with surprise as they saw Daryl sitting beside me. "I guess you are not that busy, huh!" Tyler teased Daryl, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. I glared at my brother, a silent plea for him to stop.

“I am Glenn. This is Elias, Daniel, Darius and Donald.” During the chaos and fear of the night before, they had all seemed as one to me, brother beasts, with glowing amber eyes. Now, in the morning light, I could see the subtle differences. Glenn was the oldest and the clear leader of the pack. He was tall with ink-black hair tinged with silver and had a forthright manner. Elias was the brawniest of the five and by far the angriest. His massive chest was covered in thick swirls of chestnut hair. He seemed the most beast-like. Donald had yet to speak. He was tall and sinewy. His hair was a light brown which only emphasized the amber of his eyes.

My lips parted as my eyes landed on glowing yellow ones. Shane was here. He’s wearing slacks and a black unbuttoned dress shirt. He isn’t wearing anything underneath it. I swallow the lump in my throat as I take him in. Noticing my gaze is looking at something behind him, Odis turned and looked to find Shane. He cursed, bowed, and turned back to me. This time, I knew for sure. Odis was anxious. This is why we had to leave. This is why he was here. Was it to stop us from meeting? Or was it to prevent me from seeing what was going to happen? Was Odis even supposed to be here? Shane had cut through the distance in a matter of seconds. His beta stepped aside and now I was staring at his chest. R