My Little Dashie Novels & Stories

"He was right here, I swear, he was—" They found him thirty feet away in the parking structure adjacent to the mall — crouched beside the most beautiful, most expensive, most catastrophically black vehicle Sloane had ever seen in her life. A Rolls-Royce Phantom. So polished it reflected the parking garage fluorescents like a mirror. Dash was decorating it. Carefully. Lovingly. With the blue marker. A swirling, elaborate pattern across the rear panel that was — objectively, heartbreakingly — kind of impressive for a three-year-old.

Without thinking twice, I pull his mask and I can’t help the gasp that comes flying out of my mouth when I see Dash staring back at me. “What the fuck?” I let out. I look over my shoulder at Wyatt and then at Dash, and they stare at each other. How the fuck could I have been so wrong? Dash is The Reaper? Dash? The man is like a unicorn, he shits rainbows and glitter and he is a mass murderer?

The attendant stared at me then back at Ignatio, like she was trying to read the both of us. I held Daddy's gaze for a few seconds before I turned to the attendant. "The clothes?" I snapped her out of her reverie. "Oh, uh-- This way" she stuttered and I gave her a wide smile. A few minutes later, we stopped in front of the dresses which looked like they were specially made for queens. "Pick anything you want," Daddy said. "Of course, Daddy," I replied. The attendant quirked a brow and darted her gaze between us once again, but I acted oblivious to her actions.

yet they made it worked. " You met all of them, who do you get along with the most?" I didn't even have to think about it, I just knew. " Allison" She started laughing and it was the most beautiful sound. "Ally Cat? Yeah, I have to admit she is easy to get along with. She hates conflict." And that was the truth, Allison is a creative little thing a couple of inches taller than Catalya. She has long pitch black hair with bright blue eyes, she is a fashion designer and her designs are incredible. Her pale skin is a complete opposite from her black hair, which gave her a more gothic look sometimes depending on her makeup. She has an hourglass figure with curves on all the right places, Collin

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Just so I could fill up the plot holes. With lots of love, Aiesh

Camelia invites Aura to go to breakfast. After seeing Dollan Aura smiling happily and running towards Dollan. Dollan who having breakfast got up from the chair and walked towards Aura. "Uncle, I miss you." Said Aura looking happy. "I miss you too, Aura." Baby approached Aura. "Little miss, how are you? I'm Baby and nice to meet you." Aura looked at Baby. "Who are you?" Dollan answered Aura's question. "She is Baby, my personal assistant. Dear aura."

I clicked back to the messages to reply. Rebbeca: That’s a very special number, happy birthday little girl. Me: “tank you very much you have pwetty picture” Rebbeca: “Thank you, baby girl, I like the sloth picture. is that your favorite animal?” Me: “Wes, he’s the best, he can sleep all day and not move” Rebbeca: “Are you in school little girl?” Me: “Wes, I a senior” Rebbeca: “Really what a smart girl”

Her face flushed slightly. "Thiery, what does Dash look like?" Noreen asked with great curiosity. "He's... Very big," Thiery said slowly. "A Supreme Alpha's inner wolf is always bigger than the others. It's silvery white." "Just like what I saw that night," Noreen said. Thiery nodded. "Yes. Since our first night all those years ago, Dash has always been convinced that you're my mate." "Uh, does he know about Jonathan?" Noreen asked.

He said getting up after a little struggle. Huh? I worriedly took my phone to check if Dash has called cause it was on silence. But he hasn’t? Has he even seen my message yet? * Dash's POV I came out of my dressing room, on my night ware. I don’t know, I’ve been smiling quite often tonight. Fiiiine! She is such a… an attention seeker. Cute little thing. I nodded negatively walking to my bed and dropped down it. Today was so tiring. No Manny, no fun… but there was quite a little fun.