Daniel D'arby Novels & Stories

Once the man finished serving the other guy, he moved to us with a handsome smile on his face. “I take it you heard about your brother?” The man asked. “Of course. By the way, have you met Taelin yet?” Sara asked. “I haven’t had the pleasure.” He stated, turning a charming smile in my direction. “Dillon, this is Taelin Reyes, Taelin, this is Dillon Harris. He is the best cook here, so he tends to take care of supplying us food.” Sara beamed, moving her attention between us. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Taelin.” Dillon said, reaching over to offer his hand.

"They are Brothers right? Same mom?” "Yes, thats right. They were both taken from their mother when they were two days old. Daniel is 11 months older than Joseph" Tony says hope evident in his voice. However, I dont miss the look thats on Adrian's face. It's a mix of anger and sorrow and then realization. How can somebody show so many emotions at once? "You know Rosie, don’t you? How is she? Is she ok?" His questions throw me but I remain silent letting Tony take care of this.

“Is there any way I can convince you not to do this?” I turned to face him. I could see and hear how scared he was for me. “They need me to do this, I need to do this.” “You’ve already faced them. Are you sure you can do this again?” “Honestly, no. But I have to try right?” “You don’t know Gideon Davenport, he is ruthless. He will tear you apart on the stand.” “I have your father and Evelyn in my corner though, and not to mention you.” “I know but Gideon,” he paused, his brow furrowed.

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word. '- I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.

will endure things that you never had to before. I will watch Dalton make mistakes and watch you have to navigate through them.” He sighed and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. His blonde hair sticking up all over the place. I never really paid attention to Connelly, but he was a good looking man. Long and lean with just enough muscle. His eyes gleamed in the same amber color that everyone else in the pack had and he had blonde hair the color of the sun. He was tan and had scarring across his face. I wondered if all Lycans were tan, “What are you getting at, Con?” He looked out of the giant stained glass window that made a complete wall in Dalton’s office, “I questioned Dalton’s auth

Rowan’s point of view: Alpha Dalton strode easily down the underground tunnel alongside the dungeons cells. Stopping by the cell in which Finn was being held captive, he gestured at me to unlock the door. I bowed in respect and quickly unlocked the door for him. Holding it open, I waited for him to enter the cell. It wasn’t the first time I’ve seen Alpha Dalton this serious. I was used to working with him in every kind of situations and this one was close to a similar occurrence that had happened before.

“Let’s go, we have an Alpha to make a bargain with. And hopefully, a grandfather beta, who I think would be more than a little happy to know that his granddaughter will no longer be an omega in the fucker’s pack…” ********************************** “I must admit, Diego, I am surprised that you chose to come here yourself.” Alpha Vieri Sforza said, looking me in the eye. He sat at his desk as he invited both Giovanni and I for a glass of wine. One which I doubted was a good idea to take considering that he was still an enemy. “Take a sip of your wine, I am no woman that uses poison to kill my enemies. If I wanted you dead, trust me, both of you are not walking out of this office alive.”

"Now can you stop apologizing?" "Not to me though," Daniel replied, shaking his head. "Dinner was nice but it feels quite less compared to the damage. I want to do more. I may not look it but. . ." he pulled out his business card and handed it to her. "I'm actually a director at Pixel Studios." "Pixel Studios?" Doris echoed, scanning the card. He raised an eyebrow. "Heard of it?"

“Want to tell me why you think it is enough for me to have two when you are on your fifth scotch glass?” “Because I said so, baby girl. I don’t want you getting drunk to the point where things grew messed up, and these men are not ones to mess with.” Arturo said, and I nodded, choosing not to argue. The fact that I could tell that he, or more specifically, his wolf was growing protective was not a lie. Though I did try to keep the topic to myself, the man was making it obvious to a blind man that he didn’t want anyone looking at me.