My Little Dashie Novels & Stories

"You'll regret this." When she answered the call, Dash's voice came through the speaker. "I'm so sorry, Maisie. I promise not to fight you anymore. I'll stay by your side and behave. Please come back. I can't sleep without you here." His voice softened as he spoke, dropping into a whisper. "I want to hold you, smell you, and feel your body…" Listening to his words, I nearly threw up. I clenched the bedsheet hard to force down the wave of nausea rising in my throat.

Dash apologized. "Yo man, it's good it's good. How do you do? Patek asked casually. He was usually a little rascal, that was why he couldn't win over his brother. "Damn. You look like shit." Roseline commented, referring to Dash. "Have you been drinking? She asked quite concerned. Dash smiled and nodded. "Only a little, I promise. I'm not drunk either." He confessed. "You really have to work on this new habit of yours. Anyway, what's up with you?

While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first floor. The young girl was always dressed in white dresses with lace and she always had this white tiger doll she used to carry around even after she became a teenager as if it was her most precious possession. At first when they started getting close, he did not really pay too much attention to her because although she was incredibly beautiful even at such a young age, he found her personality to be a bit unbearable.

Damm she's easier to deal with with than my problems, wish I could just give them all sweets and everything will be good. Mia has been the little ray of sunshine in my life since I moved here she doesn't pity even when she knows what I am going through and somehow I am grateful for that . She's human but she knows about warewolves , she's 5'2 with blonde hair and brown eyes but she mostly wears pink contacts still don't know why, she dresses like we are going for a party like every single Damm time, like right now she's putting on a pink crop top and a pink jacket with a black skirt and boots with her hair in a neat ponytail and a classy makeup ,says she's has to look her best for when she d

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: The Library After Hours The university library was silent as its rows of bookshelves casting long shadows across the empty study tables. Mia tugged Kyle deeper into the stacks, her fingers wrapped tight around his wrist. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one lingered near the entrance. She wore a short plaid skirt that barely covered her ass and a tight white tank top that hugged her full breasts, her nipples already stiff against the fabric.

It sheered long sleeves with a low dipping back and a miniature train attached to the bottom. "Guys, I found the one," I called out from the dressing room. I was never really one to be highly feminine, but at that moment, I felt beautiful in that dress. When I stepped out of the changing room, the girls knew it too because their jaws dropped and eyes welled up with tears, letting me know it was the perfect one for me. "I'll take it," I tell Riles, and he nods her head with a smile. "Finally, I found one too," Alisha said from the folding changing room and came out from there. She was looking beautiful in that dress. She was wearing a sleeveless and backless gown with light pink embroidery.

I mean she's not a list but I guess all of it was just a joke. "Mom! I told you not to call me baby in front of anyone!" Dash shouted while stomping his feet like a kid. Eww. I didn't know that he has this childish attitude but it's still disgusting for me to watch. If it's Blade, then I might consider it as cute but because it's him, then it's disgusting as fuck. It doesn't suit his body. He's just like Blade. They both act like a baby even though they really are far from that and I don't even know how I was able to tolerate this alpha of mine with that attitude. He's always acting this way that I almost think they're siblings but I know that they're not. That's impossible since they aren't

The little girl spoke, clearly trying hard to sound polite, rather than scared “Do you... Want to play with me, my mommy and my dolls?” “Do you think I could sit on the grass with you?” Even though the anger inside him was great, Massimo tried hard not to be too harsh with that child who was not to blame for his situation. “You can stay in your chair. Rainbow Dash loves heights, so she could sit on your lap.” Millicent just smiled and, despite having no idea what the hell a Rainbow Dash was, Massimo assumed it was one of the dolls scattered on the tablecloth nearby “It'll be fun... Oh!” her mouth took a perfectly round shape “Or does your boo boo still hurt? Mommy said you're sick...”

She patted my shoulder and practically shoved me under his nose as if in invitation to sample. “Kiara, David is the Alpha of the Bronte Pack. They’re the largest pack in the midwest, did you know that?” Alpha Dave’s boring name matched his personality and after a few minutes, we were off to meet another eligible young Alpha. It was a good thirty minutes before I managed to escape my mother. I was drained and went to the punch table to get a drink. I was scooping some of the purple liquid into my cup when a hand covered my mouth from behind.

the other guy holding the broken things in his hand says as he stands. The girls giggle watching him and I feel like I am in a teenager’s movie where the naughty hot guys appear and the girls lose focus and start behaving like little children. “Hi,” I let out and Jamie smiled at Priest and he winked at her. “Prank and Priest?” I ask Dash and he grabs two boxes from the floor and he nods. “Weird names,” I say, and he smiles. “That’s what we call them. If they want to tell their names, it’s up to them, and what do you have in here?” He asks, his face going pink as I smile. He grabbed the two heavy boxes in the corner where I had some of my books.