Ac Unity Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

There were eight of us in total, including Adrian and me. The man paced back and forth in front of us, his eyes scanning each of our faces. "My name is Darian Thorne," he said, his voice calm and collected. "I'm not here to harm you. You don’t need to be afraid of us. Your driver is okay, he was just knocked out." As he introduced himself, I took in his appearance. Darian Thorne was tall, with piercing eyes and chiseled features. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his presence seemed to command attention.

His gazes were so focused on his reference that he didn't even bother to at least glance at her. Archer sat there while drawing on his sketch pad. He's way so good at hiding his emotions, all he gives off was a senseless presence. But the vibe he has been trying to show is simply direness, and that made Selah feel bothered. Despite the gloomy aura that the man has, Selah stood there trying to read every movement that Archer has been doing. His hands were gently holding the pencil as he tried to perfectly sketch the details of his reference. His fingers were so flawless that they could produce balanced shades of tinted hues onto the paper he was working on. Her eyes landed on his face, and sh

“ It is not my fault . get good grades then date whoever you want . “ said Ayla . “ I don’t date miss assistant . I simply enjoy having sex , that’s all . “ said Aron with a smirk as he saw Ayla’s face blushing . “ Awww….Look at you . So innocent ! He he he ! It feels like I am teaching a little girl about the adult world . “ said Aron smiling in a cute way as he found Ayla very funny . “ Aron Caddel , you perverted bastard ! Get away from me right this instant or I will scream . “ said Ayla annoyed . ‘ She looks like an angry cat…..How cute ! ‘ thought Aron enjoying her expression . Aron grabbed her chin and approached his face near hers . “ Apart from me , no one else can touch you . No on

Farrah felt tickled so she burst out laughing. Ysa who's walking by saw this and felt so annoyed she huffed angrily, stomping on her feet. “Tsk!” Farrah laughed louder and felt triumphant. Farrah = 1, Ysa = -0. All her expressions fell on Dior's observant eyes. Dior looked at her with complicated emotions. Contrary to what Farrah was thinking, Dior can actually understand a lot of things at this moment. He understood that he had became a zombie, and Farrah sought him out in T City. He also remembered all the things that happened back in T City.

"I was just wondering if you'd like to go watch a movie, Aria?" "Sure." She squealed. "Tomorrow night?" I nodded. "Sounds good. We'll get tacos later. I know a great place." Antonio looked between the two of us. "I didn't know you were friends." "We are." Aria and I said at the same time. Giggling, she took my arm and led me outside. We sat down in the kitchen. "I have news." "Yes?" She blushed before saying, "Anton and I are dating. He said he doesn't want me to be a whore anymore."

I clarified. "We established that years ago," he replied in a bored tone. "Sadist, psychopath, sociopath, maniac...whatever. I'm not going to deny it." Just then the bedroom door opened and Andrea marched in with a scowl on his face. "She's awake," he stated. "Indeed she is," Luciano replied a glint in his eye. "Blanca, get up," Andrea grunted clapping his hands, "It's my birthday today." "No wonder you're so happy," I remarked under my breath.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

A soft exhale escaped her lips as she took another sip of coffee, trying to calm the nervous tension twisting inside her chest. Then the office door opened. The man who entered immediately commanded attention. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Confident. His presence carried the unmistakable weight of an Alpha. Sharp pale eyes settled directly on Elara, and a charming smile slowly curved across his lips as he approached. “Well,” he said smoothly, slipping his hands casually into his pockets, “you must be Elara.” She straightened slightly, caught off guard by the intensity of his attention. “I’m Dorian,” he continued. “Alpha of the Northern Pack. We haven’t met before, but I’ve heard quite a lot about

Dorian was shaking beside me, his eyes fixed on the fire. "He’s still in there," Dorian whispered. "No," I said, my voice hardening into steel as I stood up. I looked at the encrypted coordinates glowing on the screen. "He’s a Santoro. He’s too arrogant to die in a pile of rust." I turned away from the fire, looking toward the dark outline of the Veronesi factory in the distance. The "Regret" had done its job. Now, it was time for the "Revenge."