My Little Dashie Novels & Stories

Maddox Dasher walked down the stairs, his appearance changed. The neatly pressed suit he was wearing in a dark blue colour looked dashing on him, his hair spiked up carefully, the beard was gone and it was perfectly groomed. Maddox Dasher had this amazing smile on his handsome face, he was holding the hand of his six-year-old niece. Together they stepped down the stairs as if some kind of royals, their clothing expensive. He went to talk a few businessmen, his clients and family members.

Dash mutters. We all go inside, and I tell them what happened with the fight. “I’m glad Colt is protecting you. He and the Alpha are the strongest in the pack,” Lauren says. “So…Miss Curl’s sister. Do you have any sisters or friends who might be single?” “DASH! Really?!” He bursts out laughing. “You can’t blame me! This pack has very beautiful women.” Lauren laughs, and I just shake my head. After spending a good amount of time there, Dash and I head out.

He gives Dash a knowing look but doesn't say anything further. A young man of no more than 22 years of age arrives at the table and proceeds to seat in the empty seat beside Lenny. She recognizes him as the last Behrt-Lehman boy. They all look unmistakably similar with firm cheekbones and hollow cheeks but, they have a few distinct features. Dustin, the youngest of them, has a lighter shade of black hair and it’s in a much curlier texture, his eyes are a bit lighter as well. Darius’ hair is cut very low and accompanied by a pair of surly, brown eyes and a trim beard. But, it is Dash that took the darker end of everything. His hair is completely jet black, his eyes such a dark shade of brown

However, Dash turned around and held out his hand to stop her. “No, Dane wants to see her alone,” he said with a sneer. I glanced at Kendra. “It’s okay, I’ll see you later.” Then I left the room and followed Dash down the hall. Surprisingly, Dash said nothing to me. Perhaps he was actually afraid of his brother. We walked up the stairs and paused at the entrance to Dane’s office. “Good luck,” he chuckled as he walked away down the hall. I wasn’t sure what the term ‘mate’ truly meant, but I felt sympathetic towards the unfortunate girl who ended up with Dash.

he squealed, taking hesitant steps towards the towering creature. Asher lowered himself to the ground, lying on his belly in front of Cade. His massive head rested on his paws, amber eyes watching the boy with an expression that seemed almost soft. Cade, with the innocent curiosity of a four-year-old, stretched out his hand and touched Asher’s fur. The moment his fingers sank into the thick black coat, he squealed with delight. "He’s soft, Mommy!" Cade beamed, giggling as he ran his hands through Asher’s fur.

for some reason it really intrigued Kristopher that Derek was curious how much his papa knows about him. Was Derek testing him or what? "Well i know you like yellow. but your favorite hero is thor. You hate vegetables but eats them because you are afraid of your mama scolding you. your favorite dessert is pocky and mango delight. you hate pants and prefer shorts...." "Papa you know so much about me" As quickly as Derek said that all excited and happy similarly he started weeping with running nose startling the fuck out of Kristopher "Derek did i do something wrong? did i miss something? listen i am sorry . don't cry"

After a couple of minutes of doing some flexing, Dash gets up and started to fix his bed. He took a shower and went down to eat his breakfast prepared by his loving mother. He kissed his mom and dad before going to school. Yes, he is 18 and yet he can’t help himself to show his affection to his parents. “Would you like me to drop you in your school?” Damian asked. “No, Dad. I can manage.” Dash responded. “Alright then,” Damian said. Dash gets out of their house quickly as he just noticed that the bus going to their school will be leaving in 15 minutes' time.

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

"My little dragon." Alcina's cheeks burn. In an attempt to cover up her sudden bashfulness, Alcina straightens. "I- I'd like to go dance now, please," she demands more than anything, but Brendan doesn't have much of a will to resist her, not with the lovely pink cheeks.

When Ted made it home that evening, Daisy was there to greet him. She wore a little sun dress with a flare skirt that hit mid-thigh. There was a satiny dark pink, mauve like sash wrapped around her waist. Her small feet were strapped in wedge heeled sandals. Her toes painted a soft sparkling pink the same color as the sash at her waist. Ted sighed in wonder that she was always so prettily put together. His Daisy always appeared fresh and sweet, and innocent.