Joel Dawson Novels & Stories

"I am not a slut! That's offensive, Coach D." He palmed his erection through his pants, raising an eyebrow. "So you do not want to suck my cock?" She blinked in surprise, then eyed his cock like it was a piece of candy she wanted to gobble up. Dawson didn't wait for her to speak. He undid his ropes and pulled his throbbing dick out of his pants. It was a good thing he had showered before leaving the stadium. Celine tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears, eying his dick coyly. "My, Coach D, I didn't realise you were packing something so huge."

and I’ll pick us out some clothes and grab the towels.” He nodded and kissed my forehead before he headed in there. I let out a huge sigh. His emotions were all over the place and it was taking a toll on me. I could feel his sadness, exhaustion, and worry. They were thick and suffocating. I never truly understood the weight of being an Alpha until now. He worries for his people and everyone else that he hold dear to him. I’m amazed he doesn’t have some form of anxiety. I grabbed him a black shirt, dark ripped up blue jeans, and a pair of socks from him closet and sat them on the dresser. Then I reached in and grabbed a black pair of pants for me and a black shirt. We looked like the Addams

Cassandra’s point of view: Dalton had all of us standing in a line, facing him. The seriousness on his face showed that his devotion to duty never wavered. Every single trace of playfulness from earlier was long gone. “We’ll start with some exercises. Jeremy, Rowan,” Dalton ordered two warriors to come forward to show us some demonstrations. Both warriors right away started illustrating the exercises that we’d have to do for the next hour or so. They did it so smoothly as though they’d done this a couple of times already.

I wave at her as I rush out of the kitchen before she asks me to spend time with her another day. I normally find the gym empty when I come down, but today Santino is around, and he is lifting some weights, as if he even needs to. His body is already in perfect shape, and the weights must weigh like paper to him. Besides that, he does look hot in black gym shorts and a black vest that shows off the large muscles on his arms. I wet my lips and averted my eyes instantly. I know he has noticed me staring, he notices everything; he just chooses what topic to speak about.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Dawson resolved to approach the conversation with empathy and understanding, hoping to remind Damian of the values they shared and the potential consequences of his actions. With each step forward, Dawson felt a mix of trepidation and determination. His love for his friend, coupled with a deep concern for Ava's safety, compelled him onward. He knew he had to find a way to convey the gravity of the situation, to pull Damian back from the precipice of irreversible actions.

“But I can’t let you just go off by yourself at sixteen to another state.” “You can meet my roommate. He’s fey. Also Alpha Joseph is the one who is superintendent of the supernatural part of the college. I’ve spoken with him as well.” “I know his roommate. His name is Dillard. He’s been studying there for two years. Originally he was a guard for the Fey Queen when I met him but he wanted to do more. He’s strong and smart. I recommended him as Liam’s roommate.” I smiled at Liam. “The two of them are introverts so they can hermit together in their labs.”

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

A text, from a number saved under a name I hadn’t heard in years, but Dawson’s face said his body knew it before his mind even finished reading. Kellan Voss: 'Heard you’re back stateside, you stubborn bastard. We’re coming through. Me, Jace, Miles, and Rowan. One week. Don’t argue. You’re not disappearing on us.' Liberty blinked. “Who’s Kellan?” Dawson’s mouth twitched, something dangerously close to a real smile. “My best friend.” The warmth of that word startled me more than any threat could’ve. Dawson typed back with quick, certain thumbs.