Ruby Dixon Epub Novels & Stories

Ink splattered across everything and taped directly to the locker door was a piece of paper. SCHOLARSHIP TRASH DOESN’T BELONG HERE.My chest tightened painfully. For a second, I just stared at it silently while humiliation and anger fought inside me. Then footsteps stopped beside me,I immediately turned around to see that it's Dylan. His eyes moved lazily over the destroyed books before landing on the note.Then slowly…...A smirk appeared on his face. “Welcome to Blackwood.”

My eyes flew open in panic, but everything seemed to disappear when I saw the man standing at the door, his jaw clenched tightly and his grey eyes locked on Trevor and Simon in the deadliest glare. He came for me. He never forgot about me after all. My wish came true. "I have a wish," Dixon said, dusting his coat as he gave Trevor a side glance. "I hope you rot in fucking hell." "Well, well, well," Trevor smirked as he clapped his hands. " If it isn't the world's favorite hero coming to the rescue." **** Third Person's POV. "Dixon!" McKenna cried out.

Then she would decide whether to bring it to Luke. One evening, when Luke was working late, Abigail went to her study. She opened her laptop and began searching quietly. The Dixon family. Their companies. Their history. Names, events, news articles. She read for hours, her eyes aching. But the more she read, the more confused she became. The Dixons were powerful, yes, but nothing in the news hinted at their connection to Luke. There was no clear link. And yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the note was pointing her toward something real.

Damien resumed slowly taking closer steps towards them, " Tell us, Alpha Dixon! So you personally think that you are a better option than me who can't even obliterate the commotion amongst his own pack?" Damien dangerously paused in front of them and began again in an icy voice, " Tell us, Alpha Dixon! In which aspect you are better off than me? I would like to hear out those reasons too." Dixon seemed flabbergasted as he didn't expect that Damien will show up all of a sudden. Before he could spit out any rational response, his hand was smashed almost with a crisp sound. Dixon yelled hysterically staggering back and clasped his right hand in pang. Looking up, he noticed Damien's ruthless eye

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, body shuddering in tiny, silent waves while Damien kept stroking, drawing it out, milking every last pulse. When it passed, he withdrew slowly, brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, and licked them clean right there at the table, eyes locked on mine. Julian was walking back, laughing with Claire. Damien leaned away, casual as ever, and murmured, “That was just the appetizer.” I was still trembling when Julian slid back into his seat and kissed my cheek. “Miss me?” he asked. More than you’ll ever know, I thought and not at all the way you think.

“You’re not even married yet.” “We are.” “How are you married?” “We live together, eat together and sleeps together. Isn't that what married people do?” “You’ve no shame.” Dixon brought her here to ruin the night for her. This was his plan, his revenge. Bruce chuckled. “An amusing character, ain't you?” “I don't know what you're talking about.” She returned her gaze back to Albert. “Dixon where did you see a girl like her, l like her already, hope you don't mind if I steal her from you, I'm richer, more handsome. I've got the goodies.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but Liam beat me to it. "Make sure you get me that item, Dixon," Liam said just as the Dixon guy was about to leave. The way the two were talking codedly raised a red flag. Maybe I should just tell them I'm no longer interested. I watched as Dixon sauntered his way out, not before catching a glimpse of the look of pity he sent my way. Did that mean I was already doomed?

Yet glowing brighter than ever was the golden hope of his arms, his voice, the way he had looked at her in the library like she was the answer to a prayer he had stopped believing in. Her phone buzzed. A single message from Darius. Darius: My cabin. One hour. The moon is too strong for the city. Come to me. She didn’t hesitate. The drive out of town felt like leaving one life behind. Rain misted the windshield as she followed the winding road into the wooded hills where Darius kept a small, private cabin for the rare nights the rut became too dangerous to stay among people. When she arrived, he was waiting on the porch, tall and broad against the moonlight, wearing only dark jeans and an ope

“Fix your clothes.” They moved in frantic silence. Belts buckled. Shirts tucked. Hair smoothed. By the time the elevator lurched back into motion, they looked almost normal—except for the red bite blooming on Alex’s shoulder, half-hidden by his collar, and the way Alex’s knees still trembled. Doors opened on the executive floor. Damian stepped out first, shoulders square, expression blank. Alex followed a beat later. Legs like jelly. Every step sent a fresh slide of come inside him, warm and obscene.

Dixon barked. Hearing that got Celena so pissed that her body trembled. Her face was flushed as she refuted, "Mr. Dixon, who are you to kick us out? We're here to have dinner too. Do you not allow people to dine here even though the restaurant is open for business?" Mr. Dixon sneered and looked at Liam and Celena in disdain. The people he was in contact with were always either rich or famous. He developed such a keen eye that he could tell both Liam and Celena were dressing in cheap clothes.