My Little Dashie Novels & Stories

“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?”

I saw him sitting on a chair near the hospital bed where Cami is lying. Dash is peeling the orange fruit for Cami. Draw on my chest the scene I see. I've been surrounded by men before but I never felt like this to anyone. But when I meet Dash, I feel nervous whenever he's around me. His small sweet gestures make me euphoric. And whenever he compliments me, I feel a ticklish sensation inside me. I get jealous when I see that he is concerned about others. He didn't even mention it to me before but I know... I know that the person he is referring to that he wants is my friend. Because of this, I'm sure I really like him. I like Dash. Is this what they call love at first sight?

Daisy still kept silent, calm as if nothing had happened. Dash’s head was like mud, he couldn’t remember anything. He quickly rushed into the bathroom and poured cold water on his head. A few blurry, fragmented images exist in memory. To stop Daisy's annoying crying. Dash sees Daisy as nothing more than a stuffed animal. Cover her nose, pinch her cheeks, spread her mouth, strangle. Being bothered too much. Daisy also reacted a bit. Mumbling something, she turned over and leaned in the other direction, continuing to sleep.

But they were old wolves, who had been in the market for many years, I did not know what I could do to get some information from them. I shook my head, drank a cup of coffee, tried to concentrate on my work. When I finished my work, I was just getting ready for the party. I rushed back to my hotel room and prepared for the party tonight. A basic black long-sleeve mini dress and a gold high heels were a good choice. I made a low ponytail and wore a natural makeup. I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror. I looked simple and not too prominent. Yes, it was simple and not too prominent, these was the adjectives that should be used to describe an assistant like me.

They sit up on their hill, never to come down or be seen. A small dose of silver glitter shimmers along the paper, which is the colour of rich violet. Curling letters in italic form twist tantalisingly across, inviting you to something out of reach. This probably is more expensive than what I make in a month. I examine the page: Alpha Asher's Wondrous and Amazing Annual Party! Curious to know what goes on behind the closed doors of the Alpha's home? Your time is come for a glimpse into the most fashionable, auspicious party of the year. There is none other than Alpha Asher's!

When I was done, I cleaned up my body with my pink towel. I'm telling you all, these boys got everything pink for me. I let out a breath before walking out of the bathroom, then picked up my outfit - a white crop top and brown teddy joggers, which was so freaking cute. I let down my long black hair before picking up my iPhone 12, a welcome gift from my brothers. With a nod and smile, I grabbed my black bag and walked out. "Ooo, you look so cute, baby girl," Chris said out loud while snapping his fingers, making me giggle.

she questioned, Whipping her head around to look at me. I hastily put my hands up. “I didn’t take them.” “They are her old ones,” Melissa chimed in. “Really?” Felicia chuckled. “Aren’t they usually given to the orphans?” “Yes. It’s just that the Alpha brought her unannounced, and we didn’t know what to do regarding her clothes.” “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter, since she said they are the most beautiful dress she has seen in a while.” I had had enough of their snide remarks, so I blurted, “Are you guys done? I need to have a bath.”

Even without sound, I read the words clearly. “That’s my good girl.” The timer continued its merciless countdown. 03:47:22 I went back to the tablet, fingers moving faster. I wasn’t going to sit here and wait to watch the man I loved die. I was Sage Wesley — Daddy’s little plaything — and I was going to fight.

She never really had someone to help her and she wanted people to know she could help. I gave in one day and bought us this little house that was run down and needed a lot of work. While we rented this small apartment. I worked on the house behind Sadie’s back. It was hard to pull off any surprises around Sadie. She always knew what I was up to. She couldn’t help it, but I did my best to keep it off my mind whenever I was around her and so far it seemed to work. Unless she knew and just wasn’t telling me. I didn't want us to bring our new daughter home to a small apartment. I wanted Sadie and my daughter to have a home that belonged to us. Sadie even made a new friend at school. Her name is

He fitted her with a delicate black leather collar etched with “Daddy’s Mate. Crawl for me, princess. Monalisa dropped to her hands and knees, the collar’s weight a constant reminder. Naked except for the collar and heels, she crawled across the marble floors of the mansion, her heavy breasts swaying, ass high in the air. Damien walked her on a leash through every room, stopping to make her present herself legs spread, pussy on display. “Recite it,” he ordered.