Joel Dawson Novels & Stories

She turned to smile at Joey for his help and to motion for Timothy to get in when a shot rang out all of a sudden in the broad daylight. The bullet hit Timothy from behind but luckily it passed through his arm, just grazing his skin. Another one shot out again and this time, it meets it's Mark. Joey had already seek refugee under the daylight attacks but the meek Timothy only wants to get to Iris Saint. Slowly Timothy fell on his knee and blood ooze out from the side of his stomach. He gasp once then collapse on the floor. From the entrance konstantin walk out, with a frown and a glare. He looks murderous and very sadistic.

“I choose myself first. These twins are mine. I will raise them here while I train and learn the truth about my blood. No one owns me.” Damon nodded slowly. “Then train with me. I will help you grow stronger.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “This is not over. I will return.” He shifted into his big black wolf and ran back into the woods. The pack started to leave, whispering loudly. Cassandra blinked at me, giving one hateful look at me as she left That night, after my twin pups fell asleep with Scarlett, I met Damon in the deepest woods. Moonlight lit the side of the woods where we had been together before.

𝘿𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧. “𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬.” 𝙄𝙩 𝙬

That little smile is taking everything from me, and I am seriously being swayed by him. Damian Shane Dawson is a real magnate, damn it.

Why the little shits will pay for not informing us before hand of this, and why the fuck was she coming from the dungeons in the first place? We have finally found our mate and she was gorgeous, her head was down and all I could see was her black hair and a figure that would have any man on his knees begging for her attention. I wanted her to look up so I cleared my throat to try and get her attention, but she only looked to her left and not at us. I felt Owen come and stand next to me, "Finally the two of you joined us, was starting to think you enjoyed staying down there" he spoke to our brothers but his eyes was on her the whole time, the stoic expression back in place. Raven chuckled and

Dawson's voice sent silence in the air and he stood up. "And why are you suddenly annoyed that I spill something you couldn't do, She's your maid and that's the truth even if you get so paranoid you can't change that." Joon hee rolled her eyes but Dawson ignored her walking away from the table. "You know what Dawson It's a complete curse see you with some lowlife repellent insect how much using her to forget about Kim.." She drew Dawson attention and he groaned angrily, he walked up to her and gave Joon hee a tight slap across her face.

I was pretty ѕurе thіѕ wаѕ Elіjаh’ѕ twisted way оf mаkіng a роіnt. Joel looked hоt as реr uѕuаl, hіѕ blасk ѕhіrt only ѕееmеd to еmрhаѕіѕе his frаmе, whіlе his gunѕ wеrе оut оn show fоr аll tо see. Hіѕ jeans wеrе сut іn a wау that оnlу ассеntuаtеd his аmаzіng thіghѕ.

Those sterling gray orbs, heart shaped face, and brown locks, he was sure that he had seen them somewhere before. "Yes sir" he replied obediently. Turning around his branded shoes he went inside the office to meet hospital's manager. Dawson Wayans, a well known reputed name in the city of Manchester. Everyone knew his name like a chant. He was the legal and sole heir of Dawson enterprises. All the inherited business from his father and seven years of blood and sweat enabled him to make his own empire. His only family was his young brother Jason who was studying in Australia. After analyzing the record of donations until the past year, he ended the meeting.

Controls has never been his strong suit. "My name is Mr. R.J Dawson. But you will address me as Mr. Dawson or Professor Dawson. Nothing more and nothing less" his voice was cold and straight to the point. It cut through the air like an arrow piercing everyone’s ear with his dark bass stuffed voice. Mr. Dawson had on a black well tailored suit with a white crisp shirt and a black tie. He looked like he walked off the set of a GQ photoshoot. He had dark hair that was a tussled mess atop his head and sultry mocha brown eyes that usually left those of the female species very very speechless.

“He’s alive… living under a new name. In Africa. We traced a financial signal from one of the stolen tech assets Dino recovered. It was funneled into an offshore account in Kenya. The owner: a man named ‘Kojo Malvin’—but’ it’s him. It’s Joel.” Alejandro’s lips curved, first into a grimace, then into something darker — a smile devoid of joy. “The rat lives.” Joel had once been Dino’s cybersecurity chief — a man with access to sensitive data and guarded safehouses. But greed had tempted him, and desperation had pushed him. When Joel betrayed Dino, he barely escaped with his life. Word was Dino had spared him — but made him vanish. But now? Joel had resurfaced. And Alejandro had no intention of