Ulta Dartmouth Novels & Stories

head then smiled his amazingly charming smile, “They are for three brand new houses and one business building in town.” I blinked and looked at him then my mind finally caught on, “HOLY FUCK! you guys are moving here?! Benny what about your and Greenly’s dispensary? And Thorne, I thought you wanted to spend more time with dad and mom? And Tallon!” I couldn’t believe it. I was so full of love and excitement that I felt like bouncing around. Dalton handed the keys to each of them, “I had some houses built a year ago that have been vacant because Con and Nick wanted to live in the packhouse full time. I figured why not have everyone move here? The fourth key is for a store in the village squar

He shrugged. I am not convinced about that. No, I don't think this has anything to do with them being twins, something tells me Ethan has a hand in this. After all, he graduated from Dartmouth college. Who is to say he doesn't still have some influence there? I refrained from verbalizing my suspicion. However Austin narrows his eyes at me. With how perceptive he is, I would not be surprised if he also has similar suspicion. “Wow! You guys were both offered admission and a full scholarship at Dartmouth! That is huge” Stacey’s eyes widened in shocked disbelief.

Dalton said once he was done informing Sarah to meet him in his office later. I followed him back to the room to find Jeremy and Rowan inspecting the window sills. “Did you find something amiss?” Dalton questioned them. They both looked up in our direction as we entered the room. “It was Marcus. He wasn’t dead. He escaped through the window.” Rowan disclosed.

Will Dante help me? ******************************************

CHASE Dalton University was everything the brochure promised and nothing I wanted. The campus looked like it had been designed by someone who’d never actually been to college—old stone buildings draped in ivy, quad stretching green under late-summer sun, the hockey facility gleaming like a cathedral to the sport I’d built my entire identity around. My dorm was in the athletic housing block: newer, nicer than standard, with a view of the practice rink from my third-floor window. Marcus listened exclusively to Luke Bryan and snored like a chainsaw being fed through a wood chipper—okay, only on the first night he snored. After that he mostly just breathed like he was auditioning for Darth Vader

How the hell did that happen! "Good luck, you start Monday" The phone went silent and Danté hung his arm, dumbfound, how should he approach this? The info message came through about details of the university "South Harlem!?" He went cold, not only any university, a damn prestigious one as well! He worried his lack of knowledge might break his cover in this one, he had to find ways to educate his brain alittle more, at any cost.

Dante looked at the door and nodded at me to take a seat, a small smirk making its way to his lips as he noticed my flustered state. “Come in” he called, watching as Yelina, one of the employees, came in with a few files in her hand. “Boss, these files need Ms. Aurora to check on them before you approve of them…” “Thank you, Yelina, you can put them on the table there. We would send them back to you once we’re done” Dante said, stopping her. She nodded and put the files on the table, as instructed before walking out of the office, leaving us both alone. Dante walked toward the files and standing up from my chair, I took a deep breath before walking toward the table to check what they are.