Wes Weston Danny Phantom の小説・ストーリー

Dane is a very protective Papa, and West still ribs him about all the rules and boundaries he set for our children the week after his girls were born. As I catch up with everyone as we watch the kids play in the living room Will and West finally make their way down the stairs. As I catch my mates intoxicating scent and I look up to admire his muscles stretching his black button shirt to its limits. He’s rolled his sleeves up giving everyone a perfect view of his forearm tattoos which he knows is one of my favorite things to ogle at. His gray dress slacks are tight in all the right places, and as I sit staring at him he laughs breaking my trance. “I see you still can’t get enough of me,” he s

IN THE OFFICE Weston, David and Damian were sitting on the couch. David, "Weston are you sure what you told me is true?" Weston said without any emotion, "Is there any point in doubting my investigation?" David ," no way." Damian, "But why do you need to get married?" Weston said in a cold tone, "This is my life uncle, you better not interfere in my life." Damian becomes completely silent after hearing Weston's words. David ," Do whatever you want, no one can stop you anyway." Weston got up from the sofa and said smilingly, "Hmm, you people know your status very well, that's good." Then Weston walks away.

Weston rolled his eyes at the scene. "I don't believe this. She has already stolen my place!" Exclaimed Weston melodramatically, before rushing up to his room. There was silence in the dining room after he left. David Gray and his wife felt embarrassed by Weston's behavior and dreaded his return to the dining room again to create another scene.

It skids, spins, crashes into the boards. The rink goes dead quiet. Coach blows the whistle…long and sharp. “That’s enough!” I rip my gloves off, breathing hard, sweat dripping down my jaw, my heart pounding too fast and too loud. Coach skates toward me, eyes narrowed. “What’s going on with you today, Blunt? You look distracted. Sloppy. This isn’t you.” I open my mouth… And then I see him. Danny Westley. Strolling into the rink like he owns it, hockey bag slung over his shoulder, smug as ever. Late…again. He only shows up when he feels like it, and it’s always at the end of practice.

They love him for it. “Hey, sis.” Weston takes off his boots and crosses the room. I set my coffee down and stand, welcoming him with a hug. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” “I know. I’ve been swamped at work.” “How’s the Batmobile coming?” he asks with a smirk. Weston’s a cop, and together we keep the Batmobile theory alive in Jacob’s mind. “Will you two stop already!” Mom steps over Boots and scoops up Jackson. “Poor Jacob actually believes you.”

Having a bodyguard with him on his first visit to their house. Caroline's eyes did not move away from Denny; even when he walked to her side to get seated, Caroline also turned her chair. But Weston was sitting in between Denny and Caroline. So she was literally facing Weston's side view while Denny was facing the bar waiting for his ordered drinks. Then he turned to Weston, who was completely covering Caroline's view from seeing Denny's face, and silently gave a thumb up sign to Denny unseen to Caroline. "Boss, can I have a leak?" Weston chuckled.

Because the Alpha cooperated, Weston is hoping this means he'll be willing to sell Timothy. Weston pushes the door open and kicks it closed behind them. He walks down the stairs and kicks the second door open on the left. He struggles to reach up and turn the light on and barely manages before tossing them on the bed. Weston's eyes widen, and his mouth hangs open. He is shocked at the speed at which they begin ripping each other's clothes off. For a moment, the soon-to-be commander can't move. His feet are rooted in place by the incredibly strong scent of their mixed pheromones and the sight of their slick slowly running down their thighs.

She looked at it with the thoughts of what the wood would do, the damage it would cause when she smashes the wood against the monster's head. Thankfully, the sight of her mother had temporarily disrupted the phantom, giving her the chance to activate her plans. She would want to get up from the ground slowly, knowing fully well the sensitivity of a werewolf's scent and hearing. She stood quietly, making sure her legs didn't break any twig which rested on the ground. She suppressed her groaning at the time she lifted the wood above her head, ready to smash this beast's head and end its terror. But the phantom turned its face backward, its eyes staring at her from the side until it turned its

Weston’s voice is deep and demanding, teetering on the verge of Alpha Command. “Weston, listen, I- “ Weston takes a step towards him, uncrossing his arms, anger visible on his face, his golden eyes flaming. “No, Millan. There’s nothing to listen to. There is simply no way that you’re going to get Jace back.” “Weston, I’m a rogue which means I can cross the border without feeling a thing, I know how to stay undetected.” Weston keeps shaking his head from side to side, infuriating Millan.

Jenson bowed respectfully to Phantom. "Hello, Phantom. It's good to see you. This is the son-in-law I mentioned before, Dwight." Dwight looked calmly at Phantom, his expression unreadable as he greeted, "Hello, Phantom." Phantom's gaze was cold, his eyes sizing up Dwight from head to toe. "So you're Jenson's son-in-law?" Dwight nodded. "Yes, I am." Phantom continued to study Dwight for a moment, then suddenly said, "I swear I've seen you somewhere before. Have we met?"