Jack Dylan Grazer 2017 Novels & Stories

He growled, riding me off as I tightened my grip around his neck, my whimper vibrated on his neck and a low growl escaped me before I could stop myself. I pulled my canines out of his neck and Dean hissed in pain before looking me in the eye as he wiped his blood off my bottom lip. His eyes held a sense of both darkness and dominance that I never saw before, and though I knew that anyone in my place would have been scared, I couldn’t help but find myself feeling secure.

“Come on, Katheryn. What’s wrong with you? Look at our daughter. She’s very beautiful. Darrel’s son will surely be impressed.” “Thank you, Dad.” I smiled at him and she did the same. “So, I’ll go downstairs now. People are already waiting for us at the venue. And Katheryn, please don’t bug our daughter. She’s already twenty-four for Pete’s sake. Let her wear whatever she wants.” Mom just glared at him as he made his way outside. Then Mom looked back at me in disapproval, and I feel like she still wanted to say something but she chose to remained silent.

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

"Sir, I have Mr. Jackson with me.” Derreck nods his head and Jared steps to the side to let him in. Dylan clears his throat before speaking. “Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Gray.” Dylan was no longer fit like he was a year ago. He now had a beer belly, his golden skin was looking flush, and he had visible bags under his eyes. His greenish-grey eyes were dull and lifeless.