Ac Unity Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

Despite the close proximity to each other, they all grin at me. "Lord help me." I say, avoiding eye-contact with Will. The boy with short brown laughs, "So this is our Bec huh? Can I call you Becalicious? Beccy? Bec-ca?" I gape at him. He laughs at my reaction. "I'm Dyl by the way." He says. He's cute, in that 80's boy-band kind of way. "This is Jarrod." He points the extremely tall, dark male crushed against the car window who manages to pull his arm free to give me a small wave.

“Nice to hear your annoying voice, Oren.” ***

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

And this time… he wouldn’t miss it. I carefully lowered Dawin Ray onto the grass in front of me. The moment his feet touched the ground, his tiny arms stretched eagerly toward Arnold. I saw the exact second instinct took over Arnold completely. His body shifted forward automatically. Ready to go to him. But I quickly raised my hand again. “No.” Arnold stopped himself with visible effort. “What are you doing?” he asked, clearly confused now. Dawin Ray bounced excitedly where he stood, little legs wobbling dangerously.

Probably overthinking everything like the brooding idiot he was. I sat up quickly, heart racing, and opened W******p. “Where are you?” His reply came almost immediately. “My room.” I scoffed and typed back fast. “Liar. Let me confirm that on video call.” A few seconds later, the video call connected. Arnold’s face appeared on the screen. He was shirtless, sitting on the edge of his bed, looking tired but still unfairly hot. The moment he saw me, his eyes widened. “Fuck, Dorla… what the fuck are you putting on?” he growled, voice low and rough.

because I understood what that meant. Whatever we had forced out hadn’t left. It had moved. down. Into the foundation. Into the part of the territory that predated everything we understood. the part even my mother’s notes had only circled never named. “Aria.” Dorian’s voice cut through the silence behind me. Sharp. Alert. I turned. he stood at the edge of the clearing, breath controlled, eyes already scanning the ground, the trees, zayden everything. “Report,” he said. because that was who he was. even now. even here.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

The word slid off his tongue with venom. It was an effort not to look over at Aria, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed she was behaving like she was supposed to, despite his father’s blatant insults. Her hands were clasped at her waist, head bowed to stare at the floor. “The kingdom is outraged. You should hear the things they’re saying!” “I’ll fix it,” Dorian responded tightly. “I already had a pet lined up for you at the Selection,” Soren said. “She was perfect. A true gem that would answer your every beck and call.”

Dorian said, his tone light but with a hint of seriousness, “I’m not exactly thrilled about facing an ancient god... but I’ve learned one thing from all of this.” Lucian glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. “And what’s that?” Lucian asked, his voice still guarded. “That we’re all in this together,” Dorian replied, meeting Lucian’s gaze. “I’ve seen what you’re willing to do for us. And I’ve seen what Aria is capable of. We’re not some random group of strangers. We’ve fought side by side, and that means something.” Lucian stared at Dorian for a long moment, and for a brief second, Aria thought she saw something in his eyes—an acknowledgment of the truth, maybe even a flicker of gratitude.

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.