Arno Victor Dorian Novels & Stories

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

But somehow it reminded him of that girl, his ma- No, he is not going to acknowledge her like that. “Who am I looking at?” he asked as he skimmed through the available details. “You can clearly see the name on the top,” his cousin retorted. Serena Viotto was her name. Dorian quirked an eyebrow. “You want me to believe that this isn’t another imposter?” he gestured at the unsuspecting photo of the woman.

I groaned. “Annoying, isn’t it?” A voice said beside me. I glanced to my right, and a cute boy with black blush hair was staring at me with a curious expression. “What's annoying?” “The noise?” He answered like it was obvious. “Oh, yeah… super annoying… I didn't even realize we had this many students in this school.” “I did. I'm Dorian, by the way,” he introduced himself, extending his hand for me to shake. “Dorian? As in Dorian Gray?”

He wore no mask. Dorian Vale. She knew the name like she knew the names of galleries that never answered her emails. Private. Expensive. Untouchable. Rumor said he owned three buildings, a wine label, and more secrets than any man should own alone. He stood when she entered. Tall. Clean lines. No jewelry. Shirt open at the throat. His eyes were not the kind that hunted. They measured. “Put the camera on the table,” he said. Aria did. The strap slid from her fingers like a surrender.

When Archfiend Antigonus appeared, the eyes of roughly a hundred people quickly focused on him. "Hackett, you didn't expect me to come so soon, right?" With a sinister smile on his face, Dorian stared at Archfiend Antigonus and said, "Damn, you were very good at fighting at Flourish KTV just now. This time, I've brought more men with me. I'd like to see if you can knock them all down." Dorian's face was full of arrogance and resentment. Dorian had been in shock when he was at Flourish KTV. However, he was no longer afraid as he thought he had brought someone powerful with him.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

“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.

Everyone knew how powerful the lord of the northwest was, so no one would dare insult even their lowest vassals. “Arkin? I thought I heard your voice, so it was really you.” A familiar high-pitched voice butted in. She gracefully walked towards Dio’s direction and clung to his arms. “I never thought that you’d make a scene right after arriving here in the capital, ARKIN,” Amery said louder, emphasizing his name. “A-arkin?” The man’s eyes grew wide as he covered his mouth. “Are you perhaps a Romanov?” Dio ignored the man and faced Amery instead. “I guess I need to tell my lady that I already threw away my first name. From today onwards, I am Dio Armani, the third son of the Armani Merchant Gu

Alpha Darren squeezed his phone until it died completely. He was mad not because Diana was cursing at him, but because she hadn't been honest about reporting his activities to the kidnapper. And because.... his feelings had turned out to be onesided, just as the caller had said.

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