Novel & Cerita My Little Dashie

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.

"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.

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.

“Uh, sorry, sir. I know this is weird, but do you have any spare slippers or sandals?” He just blinked at me. Then raised an eyebrow. Then… shook his head. “Please,” I said quickly, clasping my hands like a pleading puppy. “I’ll return them. My shoes are destroyed. I just need something to wear out. Please.” I even added a pout — lips trembling, eyes watery, the full effect. He stared. Then sighed again and patted my head. “Alright, alright. You win.” I blinked. “Wait… really?”

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.

Great, she had woken the kids. “Mummy! Are you making waffles today?” Dash was the second of my triplets. He had sky blue eyes and pecan brown hair. At the age of five, he was shorter than his sisters but he was never overshadowed by them because of his ‘dashing’ looks and attitude. Anytime we went out together, at least five people would stop by and compliment my kids. Dash on one hand was very handsome, and I wasn’t saying that because I could see it yet, but because on their fifth birthday, I received a load of birthday cards from his classmates.

Dash turned practically feral as he reeled in all his strength and crashed right through the door, causing immediate chaos to erupt. “Hey! Who the fūck are you?” The voice was only a few feet away as Dash straightened up and shook his head. His head lifted toward the voice almost instantly and our eyes met with ten very confused eyes before we all sprang into action. I could hear the others reaching us, but I didn’t need anyone to fight these assholes off. Five I could take. Now, if more men showed up, I’d be in slight trouble. The closest one rushed forward, expanding his claws and hooking his arm in his attempt to stab my neck, but Dash was quicker. Dash ducked at the same time that he swi

"Shortcuts." "Yeah, you know, the cheat codes," I joked, shifting closer. I let my eyes linger on his face, lowering my voice a bit. "Come on. You’re the genius here and I’m just a guy trying to keep his head above water. Help a guy out, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while. I can get you premium tickets to the winter finals or anything else that's within my power that you'd like." Nathan looked down at the worksheet, then looked back up at me. For a second, I actually thought my charm had worked.