Arno Victor Dorian Novels & Stories

That won't be necessary, I can find my way back myself" " You can join me, I'm heading home and I can drop you off on my way back " Dorian a tall blondie volunteered. He was dressed in a black silk shirt paired with nude khaki pants. His pale blue eyes gleamed when he smiled at her lightly and Anaya couldn't help but marvel at his beauty. She had always thought he was a very handsome man and if not for the huge crush she had on Marcelo she would probably be groveling at his feet.

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

He added cryptically. “Win her? How?” I asked and Dorian smiled. “Leave that to me. And now, let’s talk about payment. I’m not doing this for free.” I felt a little wary at his words but Ron immediately interjected. “How much do you want? I can pay any price to have Brianne back home.” I looked at Ron in surprise. I thought he hated his wife for making him reject his mate. Why was he so desperate to have her back. Dorian gave a dry laugh at that. “Do I look like I need your money, Alpha?” He said and I took one look at the expensive VIP section and realized that he didn’t.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

a woman yelled from the back. “Ma!” he yelled back. “I am about to bring home your son-in-law!” There was a crash in the back before a spatula came flying out, heading for Enzo’s head with frightening accuracy. “Stop bothering the customers!” “Fine,” he grumbled and then winked at Dorian before strutting away. Dorian watched Enzo’s hips sway until he disappeared out of sight. “Are you gay?” I asked Dorian. “No, I’m not,” he replied calmly.

“It is my brother. Younger brother to be exact. I remain put, partially covered in the sheets, gasp trembling. The room door creaks open, and there is a recognizable guy standing there; lofty, gangly, with disheveled black hair and acute green orbs that scream trouble. He is in a designer sweatshirt and ripped trousers, all defined angles and an arrogant sneer. I know him; Dorian Rex, Vorian’s younger brother, always in the news for bar fights or some scandal. My stomach twists, caught half-naked in Vorian’s bed by this guy. I want the ground to swallow me.

“I won’t lie to you, Cat. According to Jorge, Dario became a made man at thirteen.” My nose scrunched. “What did he have to do to be a made man?” “Kill. It’s what is done to show strength. “ “Dario killed someone when he was thirteen?” “Slit his throat. The man was a rat, a traitor. Vincent demanded Dario do the deed in front of other made men, to show his son’s strength. Dario has had the nickname The Blade since he was a teenager.” The Blade. “You want me to marry a murderer, one I’ve never met?”

His ginger-colored hair framed his face perfectly which gave him an aura of authority and a presence that naturally demanded attention. Dorian, on the other hand, was dressed in black shorts and a black T-shirt. His dark hair was neatly tied into a ponytail. Just like the last time Aurora had seen him, she could still tell from a single glance into his brown eyes that he wasn't someone to be underestimated despite the friendly warmth he often displayed.

Their nails lengthened into claws, scraping the sticks they gripped. Gasps rippled through the closer seats, but the crowd kept cheering, thinking it was just adrenaline, just the heat of the game. But on the ice, both knew the truth. The wolves had taken over this fight. Dorian’s speed was unreal. The drink he’d taken pumped through him, fueling his muscles. He struck Lanvin again, slamming him against the boards. Lanvin’s shoulder throbbed. His ribs ached. The scoreboard shifted again. Dorian scored. Then again. And again.

The fact that Sienna and I just had an argument about this was something, but the fact that I was going to be the one telling her about it when I knew that she was angry with me right now was a complete other thing that I didn’t even want to think of. “You were with Valeria when they found his body. The men sent me the videos of the surveillance cameras.” Donatello said before starting the car as he put his phone down. “You should know more than anyone that I wouldn’t do anything that would harm the pack, Arturo. Therefore, I do believe that you should be aware that if anything is done by me, then it would be to help you somehow. The point of me being your beta is you trusting that.”