Insidious Dalton Novels & Stories

she resolved, her thoughts consumed by the weight of the impending conversation. With a heavy heart and a mind filled with uncertainty, Daisy drifted into a fitful sleep, her dreams haunted by the echoes of decisions yet to be made. ************************************************ The next morning, Daisy took her bath and drove her friend to her office. "Remember what I told you Daisy, don't jeopardize your relationship for anything." Alison's voice was barely above whispers. She shut the door of the car and walked up the stairs of the hospital. Just then, Daisy Hunter's phone rang.

Dorian Grimaldi. Gustavo and I both shared a look with one another, both of us wondering how Eden's friend, Carla, was involved with a vamp guy. We were standing in the forest, watching silently. "You know. . ." Gustav said after a moment, turning his gaze to the two individuals, Carla and the vamp guy who was sucking on her blood, "I think he hypnotized her." "Do you really think so?" I inquired, observing Carla's pleasure-filled groans.

I gasps at the sight of a man appearing from the balcony, “Jesus—“ My eyes widen at the figure, seeing Damon standing in front of me feels surreal. I was kidnapped and I was molested but somehow I survived. I immediately push my body away from him, increasing the space between us as I grip hard onto the sheets of his California king bed. “Alice . . . it’s okay.” “No, get the fuck away from me. You—you, lying bastard.” “Wait, this is a misunderstanding.” He replies, bringing his hands up as a white flag.

I was the only one who was alone and isolated. Dalton in the distance raises a red glass to get my attention, but he also does something else to me, a sign that seemed too chilling of him: Dalton raises his hand and forms a pistol with his fingers, first he points at me, but then he points himself in the forehead and shoots himself.

He pressed his lips into a straight line. I scoffed lowly and shook my head. “Don’t say whatever request. Because you certainly can not bring back Dalton, the man that even though was not my real dad, was the most perfect one ever.” Sam’s wife clicked her tongue. “Okay, what does she mean by not her real dad?” She looked at Sam for answers. “Dalton was the Alpha, right?” Sam’s eyes had a hint of worry but he told the truth anyway. “Honey, um, Lucia is not the legitimate daughter of the Dalton. I mean, I thought she was, but I found out from Alexa yesterday that she’s actually my daughter,” He confessed.

He made it clear he was coming after Raisel, and I’ll burn down the world before I let that happen. I took a sip of my coffee, my gaze fixed on the screen. I had to stay patient. **** The soft hum of distant chatter stirred me awake. I blinked at the computer screen in front of me, its glow casting a pale light on Dalton’s financials. Nothing suspicious. Nothing helpful. I sighed, frustration coiling in my chest.

“That's quite a compliment, Miss Barclay. How could someone raised by the Hayes family possibly be a hopeless romantic? My choice of Emilia before was simply because I thought she would pose less of a threat. I just didn't expect her to have much standing in the Barclay family either, so naturally, I had to choose the better option.” Dalton paused, then shrugged again. “Miss Barclay, you're the right choice for me. If we work together, we can both get what we want. Isn't that better?” As he spoke, the desire in his eyes was laid completely bare. From the moment Vessara had walked through the door, Dalton had understood. The Vessara he'd met before had merely been pretending to be an innocent

Dalton wasn’t working for the Rossis. Dalton was the Rossis. I pushed the conference room door open hard enough that it hit the wall. “Sir. I have something. It’s gold.” Flint turned immediately. “What is it?” I placed my phone on the center of the conference table and hit play. Dalton’s voice filled the space again. The shift in everyone's faces was almost comical, from curiosity to confusion to shock. Director Flint’s jaw dropped slightly, his eyes wide as he stared at the bright screen on the table.

Dalton and I were inside when I saw a guy about the same age as Dalton get out of the crossed car, he had his hair tied up, a black tuxedo and shiny glasses. “Wow, wow... look who we have here, it's nothing more and nothing less than Dalton Morgan, long time no see, dear friend, from what I see you've even changed your bitch. Hearing that I reacted with anger. " Who are you calling a bitch, you piece of asshole ?" I tried to do something, but Dalton stopped me. "Don't be crazy, America. Please”his gaze was vibrant, you could tell how worried he was. “How hot she looks, I like them that way, that they are violent, surely she is also like that in bed”he licked his lips.

I answered the encrypted line from the study with the door shut and Cassian’s house still quiet around me. “Say it properly,” I told Calloway. “Northern grid went dark for thirty-eight minutes. A second failure hit the east watch rotation right after they brought the grid back. No casualties. No public announcement yet. Dante closed the inner gates anyway.” “And the conversation in the room?” “Private. The three of them plus Percival. They’re asking who inside would benefit from making the palace look sloppy.” “Good.” Calloway hesitated. “They’re going to call you.”