Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

Johnny said when he saw that all the girls were already with the men who had just arrived. I kept looking down, glancing from time to time at the faces of the armed guys, watching as they lit cigarettes and poured liquor from their bottles. “Do you want a drink?” Dorian told me. I turned to see him, meeting his eyes again, but this time closer. It is assumed that he was waiting for me to see him change like the previous time, but I only looked at a pair of black eyes, slightly slanted; His Asian ancestry was obvious, which made me even more nervous.

He, Conri, and Kaden were all ogling at the scene between the two mates—they'll be damned to interfere, but that doesn't mean they can't watch. “I know right? It seems like Dorian's also getting provoked” Kaden hushed too. “Daciana would you freaking listen to me!” Dorian gripped her shoulder tightly as he yelled. “Don't touch me…!” her growl was freaking intimidating and was capable of sending shivers down anyone's spine. Yet, Dorian wasn't fazed.

We find Dorian in the kitchen harassing one of our Omega members. “All I want is some damn lunch.” Dorian is yelling at Annie, who looks terrified. “DORIAN” I used my commanding voice, knowing that he will pay attention. “No one here is a slave. My Omegas do not make me food unless they want to. Here we do things for ourselves. Annie I am sorry about the confusion this is Dorian, Daphne’s brother in law. I will handle it from here, you go ahead and run along. Tell your folks I said hello and look forward to seeing everyone at the mating ceremony.” Annie quickly runs out of the manor house via the kitchen door. Finally, I turn my attention to Dorian. He is looking at me like I grew another he

“I’m not here because of tricks or desperation. I didn’t hook anyone. You don’t know a damn thing about me, and you don’t get to talk about me like I’m some joke.” Her eyes narrowed, her mouth twitching as if she was ready to clap back with something crueler, but then something changed in her face. Her gaze darted past me, toward the doorway. I turned. Dorian was standing there. I hadn’t even heard the door open. How long had he been standing there? He took a step forward, his eyes locking on Amara, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. “I haven’t cut anyone’s tongue in a very long time,” he said, eyes dark and unreadable. “But I do remember how.”

The runed blade dangled uselessly in his cloak as chaos swirled around him. “Kill him, you fool,” I mumbled under my breath. “This is your moment. Take it!” For a dreadful instant, I feared he would just stand there until someone killed him, wasting all of my careful work. Then, something changed. He hardened into focus. He began to move with purpose, keeping track of Ronan, waiting for the right opening. And when a massive rogue locked Ronan in battle at the temple, Dorian saw his chance. The strike was simple but effective. While Ronan was distracted, Dorian slipped in close with quiet precision. The blade slashed across his brother’s neck not deep enough to kill instantly, but enough to r

The hallway which had been filled with laughter only moments before, fell into stunned silence. I turned my head slowly, my vision still blurry, to see him. Dorian. He stood there with a commanding presence, his dark eyes blazed with fury, his jaw tight as he surveyed the scene. He was dressed in a navy blue shirt, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to reveal strong arms. Winnie’s eyes darted nervously to him, but she quickly masked her fear with a fake smile. “Dorian!” She squealed. “Have you met Serena? we were just—”

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

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."

Of course, this made the knights confused. "Go home and tell your king to stop bothering that girl," Dario said and made Arlo knit his eyebrows. He didn't understand the meaning of the man in front of him. "Who are you?" Arlo looked at Dario closely and felt familiar with the man's amber eyes, but before he could realize who it really was, Dario immediately attacked him. Inevitably, Arlo had to fight him, so the fight had to happen. Their fight also attracted everyone's attention. Arlo, who parried Dario's punch, occasionally observed his opponent's face. He felt he had seen the man's face before, but where?

Mabel focused her attention on the reports as she wanted them to be perfect so the crazy man would not have a reason to complain that she was incompetent. Just as she was almost done, the door to Christian’s office opened and the man who had gone into it minutes ago came out. Mabel immediately stood up to greet him as a courtesy since he seemed to be important. “No, sit down, Miss Pearson,” Dorian said with his signature smile. The smile that looked harmless but at the same time was the last thing some saw before he killed them. "Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Dorian Romero, Christian’s brother and the COO." Dorian extended his hand and Mabel accepted it with a smile.