Tim Daly Novels & Stories

My mother and I had been following up the notes from my Father’s diary lately and the sooner we unravel the mysteries it unfolds, the safer our lives will become. “Come in.” answered a voice from inside the room after I repeatedly knocked on the door. I went inside the room and it took me some seconds to clearly see the entire place. The room was dark and stuffy. There were clothes, bags, furniture and papers all around. I wondered how the man I went to see survives in such a tight place.”Sit down.” He said while pointing towards the sofa with lots of clothes on. I pushed the clothes and sheets to the other side of the sofa and squeezed myself into it. “I am Fetty Dzarma.” I began. “My fath

Dane commanded. Dash complained as he stood up, then quickly left. Dane turned to face me, and I was trembling as if I had been in a freezer all day. “Are you okay?” he asked as he walked toward me. I flinched at the sight of his hand reaching out to touch me, but he quickly pulled it back. “Clean up and be in the chambers in twenty minutes,” he instructed, before turning to leave. Before he could go, I finally found my voice and spoke.

Tyler’s POV We took the stairs in a jog and continued to the front porch to see Con, Nick, and Emery sitting around the little fire pit table drinking some beer. Nick saw us first and a frown formed on his face, “Are y’all okay? What the fuck are you running for?” Dalton grabbed my hand and walked closer to the table staring directly at Emery, “It’s time.” He pointed to the sky and all three of them raised their heads and followed his finger. Emery stood quickly and sat his beer down, “Holy shit. I completely forgot. Do we have to do it tonight?” Dalton rolled his eyes, huffing in frustration at Emery, “Yes. The moon is at its highest and fullest. I just marked and mated Tyler.” Their eyes s

Wade Roberto immediately hitched. "I'm sorry I was dreaming that we were getting married... isn't it weird." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with authority as he walked out of the office. "So what's haps?... Why aren't you at the office?" His voice barely above whispers. Daisy Hunter stared askance at the phone before placing it back on her ear. "I took a day off, don't you remember?" Daisy asked, her voice laced with bewilderment. "I was only pulling your legs."

His profession as a prosecutor would certainly not be difficult to confirm. Fred nodded and smiled slightly. “Yes, thank you for the answer.” *"That's right. And he can be here because I once promised to treat him because he had bought me a meal,” Diana explained. She looked at Darren's Alpha. *“It just coincidentally happened that he had time this morning.” These were all really annoying lies to Diana. She blamed Alpha Darren for having to hide his identity, making things complicated. Meanwhile Diana's phone suddenly rang. *"I'll pick up the phone in a minute.” She went to the restroom.

Because he is right. Then the door opens, and Dale walks in. We all straighten up as Dale looks around, and he smiles. “I’ve been watching.” That gets everyone’s attention. He folds his arms, “I’m impressed.” A few smiles appear on everyone's faces. He nods, “You boys are working.” He points toward the pit where our bikes are standing on their stands, “The bikes look pristine.” Another nod as he holds up the timing sheets, “Lap times are excellent.” Then he smiles, “I think we’re good to go to Vegas.” That gets a few cheers from all of us. Dale holds up a hand, silencing us, “Don’t get comfortable.” That quietened everyone. He nods, “But…” He smiles, “You’ve earned confidence.”

Damien chided Dain and he kept quiet. "Where is Derek??" Mr Adam asked, his eyes scanning Damien and Dain but the two of them shrugged. "I think we should contact Logan Smith so he can know the whereabouts of his wife!" Mr Taylor said. He pushed his eye glasses upward. He was a sixty-four-year-old man who used glasses and swims in wealth. The founder of Taylor Corp. His eldest son, Damien Taylor was the current CEO of the company. Derek, his second son, specializes in the entertainment cycle. Dain, his third son, was into a gaming company. While his daughter and last child, he would love and pamper her.

I recall the conversation with Taylor and Tasha and he listens without interrupting but you could see that he was just as surprised as I was about the human mate. “Why did you call your mother?” “I needed to know if it was true” “And” “She knew he was human but not that he was a hunter. Daryl I screwed up the timeline” He blinks a few times as the sudden jump of conversation and then I see it register on his face “I was supposed to die wasn’t I?”

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

Though I was gambling with my life for him not to find out quickly, there was nothing I could do if he found out quickly. Alpha Kyle was rather observant and I was sure that it wouldn't take long for him to notice that I was missing. Even though I wanted to increase the speed at which I was moving, I found it rather impossible. The pain and weakness in my body made me unable to move faster than I was already moving. I was probably going to collapse if I tried to move faster than I was already. I could only hope Alpha Kyle wasn't going to discover my disappearance any time soon. I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers.