Cyberpunk Dorio Romane & Geschichten

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly. When he had seen the new designs again on the dark web with people bidding for them, he informed his trained hackers who were already on standby to track the IP address. It was later found out that the traitor was the right-hand man of Don Julio, one of his sworn brothers in the underworld. Don Julio had handed his right hand man to Draco to deal with him as he saw fit since the real person he had offended was Draco. What Draco hated was seeing someone biting the hand that feeds him.

“Maybe you are over reacting again. What if Sky is really in here waiting for you.” Amari said. “That does not explain why Carl needs to put a sleeping pill in my water.” “Hmm…Yeah, you’re right. It did sound suspicious.” “Who are you? Where am I? Where is Sky?” I asked him. He tilted his head as if thinking of something. “Oh, you mean Alpha Dimitri.” “I’m Alpha Drake of the Full Moon Pack. You are in our territory right now. Don’t be scared, you are safe.” I feel like burning inside upon hearing that I’m in another Alpha’s territory without my mate in sight.

The cook blinks but nods. Dorian shrugs. "I won't be leaving my room for a while." He smiles knowingly. "I'll send more soda up later, as well." "Thank you." Then Dorian heads back upstairs. A fox returning to his den, ready to spend the night solving the most dangerous puzzle he had ever encountered. Troy Summers.

A soft creak sounded at the chapel doors. Valerio jumped up with his gun. Sera ducked behind a pew. Dario lingered in the doorway, raising his hands. "I came to help." Valerio did not lower his gun. "Put it down," Sera whispered. "He brought this to us." Valerio hesitated, then holstered his gun. "You'd better not regret it." Dario stepped inside. "I already do. But I was trained in the dark. It's time someone burned them down."

"Hello to you too, Dorian." Dorian leaned against the doorframe. He was six feet four inches of pure muscle and lethal grace. He wore a suit, but he looked like he would be more comfortable in leather armor holding a battle axe. He was my Head of Security. He was also the only person in this city who knew exactly what I was. "I am not enjoying it," I lied as I tapped the file against my palm. "This is just business."

I continued scratching my body making it red as I felt so dirty from being touched by someone who wasn't Atlas. I owed Dario so much for saving me from getting raped that night. When I found out that the house I was staying in was Dario Rizzo's house, my heart froze in fear but once I started to get to know him I realised he wasn't a bad guy but was broken instead. He craved for care, love and attention and that's how me and Dario became close with each other.

already there, standing near the war table, her arms crossed, her face tight.“She's alive,” I said, my voice hard. “Sora made it back. But Ryker and Hale are still missing.”One of the elders opened his mouth. I didn’t let him speak.“We no longer have the luxury of caution. Dorian has gone too far.”A shuffle of unease moved through them. One spoke—Lord Marrow, old and brittle and too used to council chambers instead of battlefields.“You mean to retaliate, Your Majesty?”“No,” I said, stepping forward. “I mean to end him.”I slammed my palm on the war table, lighting up the center rune—a map flared to life in silver light, revealing the fractures in our territory, the scars left by Dorian’s sil

he said, his voice low. Lysander and Kylie exchanged a worried glance. “What is it?” Lysander asked. Kim handed Lysander a file. “I’ve been reviewing our security footage and noticed something disturbing. There’s someone within our ranks who’s been communicating with The Viper.” Lysander’s eyes widened in shock. “Who?” Kim’s face was grim. “It’s Dorian.”

“Before it’s too late.” A silent truce. We weren’t friends. We’d probably never be brothers. But for her? We’d burn the world together. --- The drive to Dorian’s condo was a blur of rage barely held in check. If Colton was fire—vengeful and barely human—Dorian was a snake. Venomous. Patient. Capable of smiling while sinking a knife between your ribs. Upper East Side. The bastard’s penthouse. Slick marble. Gold trim. Overcompensating in every direction. A man with too much money and not nearly enough identity.