Insidious Dalton Novelas e Histórias

“A grand one. Invitations sent to every one of them. Browns. Galens. The rest. They’ll come because they’re arrogant. They want to show power. We’ll make them believe they’re still on top.” I leaned back slowly, watching him. His voice was like steel, every word sharp with intention. “And when they come?” I asked quietly. Dalton turned his head and met my eyes. “We tear them apart. In front of everyone. We expose their secrets, their crimes. We take their allies, their wealth, their respect. And then—” His jaw tightened. “We destroy them completely.” For a moment, no one spoke. The weight of his words hung heavy in the room like smoke.

he asked, his tone dangerously calm. Sid froze, clutching the syringe behind his back. “No-nothing, King,” he stammered, his voice trembling. Dalton’s eyes narrowed, his gaze dropping to the hand hidden behind Sid’s back. “What’s in your hand?” “N-nothing!” Sid stammered, trying to hide the syringe. Dalton’s smile turned predatory. “Lying to me?” Before Sid could react, Dalton closed the distance between them in a blur, his hand shooting out to grab Sid by the throat. Sid’s feet left the ground as Dalton lifted him effortlessly, his expression dark with fury.

Damn, this stinks! Dalton turned the doorknob and was quite surprised that the room was unlocked. He took a gun, then he opened the door. He had raised the gun to avoid unwanted things. Apparently this was the bathroom and no one was here, but the stench was getting stronger and stronger in his senses. A curtain that looked like a bathtub divider looked suspicious to Dalton. He opened the curtain and his guess turned out to be right. There's a corpse here. This was the man Dalton saw three days ago. Dalton immediately took a photo of this corpse for him to immediately send to his friend who is a hacker. Right at the same time the hacker has managed to find information from the girl who becam

"Honey, you have to do something about your daughter before she destroys Fely. I don't want anything to happen to my daughter." Dalton sighed. "You forgot, honey? She is no longer my daughter because I have thrown her away and even she herself has changed her name," Dalton said firmly. He kissed her hair and hugged her tightly. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it to the end. You take care of Fely and leave Lea's business to me." Dalton walks into his study and calls someone on the phone. "Yes, Mr. Dalton?" "I want you to kill someone for me," Dalton said matter-of-factly. "Make it as neat as possible, quickly, as if it were an accident and leave no traces."

He had seemed so meek and docile at the City Lord's quarters, only to be ambushing Wilbur outside of Buck Town. "We meet again, Mister Penn." Dalton smirked at Wilbur, eyeing him like a predator stalking its prey. Wilbur said, "We don't know each other, Dalton. Why are you doing this?" Dalton replied, "You might be working for Lord Edmund, but you're also a dragon clan cultivator. You could fool others, but you can't fool me. I do have respect for Lord Edmund, but we're not in his quarters anymore. Buck Town is a bloodthirsty place, where murder runs rampant without needing any reason. Do you think Lord Edmund would have any reason to question me about attacking you out here, Wilbur?"

“I don’t know yet,Could be him. Could be someone else entirely. There’s no location, no paper trail except the payments. Nothing else stood out. Dalton pressed a hand to his forehead, breathing hard. For a second, I thought he might be sick. “If it’s Kyle… if they’re keeping him somewhere—” “We’ll find him,” I said, maybe too fast. “But don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m not sure if it’s even him.” I’d never seen Dalton look like that, like the air had been punched out of him. He mumbled something and turned on his heel, stalking towards his car, his shoulders rigid, like holding himself together took all his strength.

I said coldly, “to give you the gift of suspense.” Just then, the doors slammed open again. And in walked Dalton. Late. Arrogant. Unbothered. He adjusted his collar, his steps far too casual for a man who dared to enter one of the most critical assemblies in Aethoria’s history, late. He paused just past the threshold, eyes scanning the chamber like he belonged there. He didn’t bow.

He leans against his desk, choosing his words carefully. "Dalton wasn't just arrested because of mistaken identity. The charges that got him imprisoned—they were cover for something bigger." "What do you mean?" That doesn’t make any sense to me. Why would they let him go if that were true? "He witnessed something he shouldn't have, Skye. Organized criminal activity. Trafficking. Drugs. Violence." Father's voice is hard. "Dalton was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He saw too much. The wolves running the operation tried to silence him, by bribing the authorities to lock him away somewhere most wolves never leave. When you managed to get him released…"

Carlos continued to twist and turn the key on the chains, his hands were shaking because he knew what would happen if Dalton catches him and now that Link has an idea of how the Transformation equipment worked, Dalton would kill him. Dalton's voice kept getting audible with each step he took but that didn't stop Carlos from trying his best. "I don't think we can get off here," Tessa whispered to him. Carlos ignored her as he continued with the locks. "And who do we have here?" Dalton appeared in front of them clapping his hands. "If I tell you now, I need you to touch me and disappear," Carlos whispered to her as Tessa looked at him not getting his point. "I knew you couldn't be trusted," Da