Insidious Dalton Novels & Stories

After Darls had anonymously Crimes made by every single member of the Huxley family to be released online, they had been in the chase with the police. Panting heavily, Dalton turned to look behind and saw that the police group were catching up to him fastly. He ran through bends and turned only to discover there was a cliff ahead. Dalton did not expect that just when he was about to cash out and live his remaining life on earth in absolute luxury, there will be a drastic change and he'll have to suffer the Karma for all of his past sins.

Kairo, who was still in a state of melancholy, stood up from the bed and slowly followed Arlo. Dalton shook his head as he watched all of this. "Am I the only sane person in here?" he asked to himself. It seems like he has deluded himself that he is a normal person when in reality, he's probably the craziest of them all. He was about to leave the room to go fetch Ella before going to the church, but he suddenly remembered the box of tissue papers sitting on the bedside table. He made sure to pocket those tissues because he's sure that Arlo will burst into tears during their marriage ceremony.

I was about to say no. When his lips found mine. "Please Dalton," I said when I felt him kiss my neck. "You never complained before." He hissed back at me. Still running his finger up and down my thighs. "Dalton stop," I said. He pushed me away from him. I stood there watching him. Dalton is a scary person. I only saw the hateful side in him. It all started about a month after Brenda and her family moved away. I noticed Dalton watching me and giving me small smiles. It was hard not to fall for his charm. Dalton is a very good looking man, and after knowing what he was to Brenda. My selfish side took the best of me. I wanted a piece of what she had. It was my fault. I was the one who went to

Aluna’s POV The moment the door shut behind us, the silence felt too loud. Not because nothing was happening, but because everything was happening inside me. My chest was rising too fast, my thoughts tangled, my emotions refusing to settle. I could still feel it, that strange force moving under my skin like something alive, like it was waiting for me to either lose control again or understand it. And then there was him. Dalton. Standing too close. Watching me too closely. I could feel it, not just his presence, but him. The way his energy reacted to mine, the way something darker, deeper, stirred whenever my power flared.

"And if I don't sign?" "Then we beat you until you do," Walsh snarled, raising the baton. I shook my head, my tone laced with mockery. "Your little money-laundering operation is amateur hour. You really think ripping the camera out of this room means nobody's watching?" I pointed up at the ceiling. "There's a hidden wide-angle camera in the vent three feet to the right of the women's restroom, wired into the internal network. Pull that footage and everything's laid out in perfect detail. Exactly whose hand dropped the bag of real jewelry into that trash can first."

she looks at the head and shudders before heading out and when I look back at Daryl, he has his arms folded across his chest, making his biceps bulge “Well we know that the person getting inside information is dead” “But they will keep coming won’t they?” He doesn't disagree with me

"I... I overslept. It won't happen again." The woman huffed and brushed past her into the tiny room. "See that it doesn't," she snapped. "Now get moving. The kitchen is already behind schedule." Daphne nodded quickly and hurried out of the room, her mind racing. She needed to focus. There was no time for distractions. She walked through the long halls of the castle, and her footsteps echoed off the stone walls. The air smelled of baking bread and roasting meat, and she could hear other servants chatting as they worked.

Not yet. “I’ll wait,” I said. The door burst open. “Dalton!” another officer barked. A younger guy, lean, badge clipped too neatly. “Back off.” “He’s stonewalling me.” The officer responded and I smiled. “He’s within his rights.” Dalton cursed under his breath. “He’s hiding something.” The younger cop glanced at me, then back at Dalton. “Yeah? Then act like a cop, not a thug.” Dalton stormed toward the corner, hands in his hair, pacing. “He’s playing us. The man’s a snake. How the hell do you not see it?”

He felt a sharp sting of betrayal because the very first person he felt an attraction to after his wife’s death turned out to be part of the family that killed her. "There's more," Valentino added, leaning over the desk. "The reason they’re so desperate? It’s that government contract you’re holding. The one you won last year. That’s why they went after Elena, Adrian. They killed her to try and scare you into dropping it so they could take it for themselves. And now, they're going broke because they don't have it." Adrian’s grip tightened on the edge of his desk until his knuckles turned white. The truth felt like a physical blow. The Morettis hadn't just killed his wife; they had killed her

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. I don’t need you tattle-telling everything I do and reporting it back to your mommy. I get the fucking job done dont I? Exactly. I got something for you to go back and tell Abbaddon, how about FUCK YOU!!” “Do you feel better now? Cause we have a job to do.” Ornais stated. “They’re moving quickly to capture this soul from you.” “I know, but what am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can just go in and char it beyond repair like every other one. I have to be careful.” Daniel sighed, putting his head in his hands. He was up against a wall. Every move was documented and reported back to Abaddon. The Seven Deadly Sins had this one, why did he get assigned to it