Arno Dorian Novels & Stories

Dylan finally admitted and stretched out his knuckle so Darien could bump it with is, which he did excitedly “Would you…would you come and see me some time?’ Darien asked and Dylan went silent “Of course little man, in fact I’m missing you already” Dylan gave him a quick peck on the forehead and Darien snuggled into Dylan’s arms. Dylan kept thinking to himself as he caressed Darien’s hair softly, not only was Darien innocent he was also a pretty handsome kid. Dylan bets that he could get the girls he has been failing to get. Soon Dylan noticed Shannon coming outside with Kate while holding a cotton wool down on her arm, trying to put pressure where the needle was inserted to draw blood.

Dante said on behalf of the rest. "Well, see you all at the party" Antonio said as he closed the meeting. Silvana went up to Dracaryx, "welcome to the alliance Mr Vitale, I am Silvana Ferrante, head of the Ferrante family" Silvana introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you Silvana" Dracaryx replied. Dante was the next person to introduce himself to Dracaryx. "I am Dante Russo, pleased to meet you" he said. "You are lying" Dracaryx said.

He said, pride evident in his tone. "Where? Where's he?" Giving him a sly smile, I turned around in search of this Don Raniero. "It's only you who wouldn't see him" He scoffed, signaling a waiter to come. She looked scared but at the same time, she was bold enough to put on a flirtatious smile at him. "Good day, Don Raniero." She placed down the menu on his table, pushing out her breast. Julian gave her a weird stare and then looked at me. I was holding back my laugh anyway so I looked away immediately so I wouldn't burst out into fits of laughter.

"I’ll ask again. Who the hell are you?" The man smirked, unfazed. "My name is Dorian Vale. And like it or not, I’m your best shot at surviving what’s about to happen.” Mark scoffed, arms crossed. "Yeah? And who the hell do you think you are? Dorian looked at him, a hint of amusement on his face. “Because I’m 10 years ready for this war. Because I know who Bryan has become. And because I know how to make him stop.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: DRIVE DORIAN'S POV Max walked in on Anora and I. It's not like we were doing anything wrong, it's not like anything suspicious was going on, we were just talking although it doesn't seem that way. The slight show of Anora's shoulder, the way her dress was tilted to the side, exposing parts of her back, the way her hair was pushed to the side of her neck, the look on her face, everything just painted the wrong picture.

he said. Carter stepped back instantly. “No offense.” Dorian didn’t reply. He only stared until Carter walked away. Then he turned to me. His eyes were burning. “What are you doing?” I snapped. Dorian stepped closer. “What did he say to you?” “Nothing.” His voice dropped. “Amara.” I glared at him. “You don’t get to act like this. Not when you can’t even decide what you want.” Dorian’s jaw clenched.

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

How was I going to throw something? "Fuck! I didn't want to do this now, but you're leaving me with no other choice," Adrian said as he sat me down back on the chair. He disappeared for a few seconds then came back to me. "Rayne, I know this is not the most suitable time, trust me I wanted this moment to be special, but I need you to be sure that I will come back to you, I need to do something that will make you believe that." Adrian got on one knee in front of me and opened a black velvet box.

he asked with a smirk on his face. If you look closely Arnou has this rough thug look, having a mid-length hair which he ties at the back, his facial hair matches his overall look along with his thick brow and deep blue orbs. If he just changes his style he would look like a matinee idol. But he will pass as a Robinhood instead. "I don't know what you're talking about, I am just being silent inside since I will be doing things my way. I'll follow the rest and be as a lightweight as possible," Alina

I repeated after he didn't reply. "Did you find her name?" He groaned still half asleep. "No, but come and look at this," I said and I heard him slowly stand and slump over to the table I was sat at. "Donatia Chiaramonti, mated name Loren, is written in red. That's Postestas Loren's mate, the one with the powers. Hecate is also in red and so is this boy from 345 BC called Mirus Marcellaro. He died in 359 BC when he would have been 14, which makes me think he had the powers too and something obviously happened to him when he started to get out of control. In those days people used to name their offspring with meaning too. Donatia could come from the Latin for gifted, Donatus, and Mirus could