Joel Dawson Novels & Stories

He just started dodging Alex's obvious punches and kicks. This went on for a while and the remaining pack members left what they were doing and they started cheering them on. Damien suddenly used his left leg to fall Alex down. Alex smiled, he was really enjoying it. Damien was so smiling now too. He started moving closer to him and before he went to stand over him, he gave him a big kick at his lower back and Alex shouted in excitement. Damien went to stand over Alex and just when he raised his hand to punch Alex, something distracted him. Elle.

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

"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."

“No! I swear. Just watch. That’s all.” “Who’s he using next?” Joel hesitated. So I leaned in... so close I was sure he could smell the oil on my collar. “I’m giving you one chance. One.” “…Guy named Danny. Works at a car shop out on Fifth. Slim. Tattoos... He’s been talking about grabbing her if Marcus says go.” I stood. Then grabbed a zip tie from the shelf and bound Joel’s hands tight behind the chair. “You’re gonna sit here for the next hour while I decide what I’m doing with you.”

The sound of the door opening behind me had me turning my head. Damon stepped inside, dressed in his usual dark jeans and black button-up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hair was damp, like he’d just come in from a shower somewhere else. He didn’t look at me right away, his eyes instead going to Isla for a brief moment. “You didn’t sleep here,” I said, my voice low but steady. He didn’t flinch. “No. I didn’t.” I crossed my arms over my chest, not bothering to hide the frown that pulled at my lips. “Why?”

Even if he was useless, he still didn't want him to die, after all, he was still his flesh and blood. Dawson searched for Miguel in the big river and when he found him, slowly helped him out of the water. As he stared at his unconscious body, he recalled how he had resuscitated Elsa and smiled. He felt happy that he had at least done something nice for her before. Perhaps she would remember that singular act of kindness from him when he finally confessed his feelings to her.

Zayn blew out a sigh of relief, but that was long-lived as something suddenly dawned on him, his blue eyes suddenly getting darker. “Joel? The same Joel I met today at the hall?” When he reached the cottage, Zayn still hadn’t been able to shake off the feeling that he knew Joel Osteen from somewhere, so he had asked his assistant to get him some intel. Joel was a model, just as Zayn had guessed. However, he hadn’t been on the runway for a long time.

“I caused it….I am so selfish…he just asked me to help him by getting married to James Russo…but I..I ran away…today I returned and got to know the heart attack…. I am so selfish….Leo said I don’t understand the word family…he is right…ugh! I don’t know how to solve this matter…” I let out a sob and Selena was quick to engulf me in a tight hug. “So who is this guy again?” Emerald asked as she opened g****e on her mobile. “James. James Russo….” I spit it out. I am so hating this dude. “Oh my goods! This man is freaking hot and so damn rich!” Emerald gushed out making me roll my eyes۔. “Show! Show!” Selena left me and grabbed the cell phone from Emerald’s hand.

“He tried to keep you safe through everything, Lea. He didn’t want you getting too engaged in something that he knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle. He didn’t want you to fall…” “He pushed me down a cliff, an endless cliff, one that I can’t seem to find a way out of. The man doesn’t even care nor did it make a difference…” “He wouldn’t have known that he was going to die, Lea.” He said, stopping me. “Cosimo played the game that none of us is strong enough to go through alone. He has no soul, and I think that you don’t need to be told about what to do when it comes to…”