D'arcy Bloom Romane & Geschichten

The heat slammed into me instantly, sweat beading across my brow, my clothes sticking to my skin. I coughed, pressing the crook of my arm to my mouth. The air was thick with smoke, making my eyes water. “Darcy!” I called, my voice lost in the crackling flames. “Where are you?” Nothing. Fear clawed at me, but I forced it down. I moved deeper into the garden, dodging toppled shelves and overturned tables, plants withering in the heat. Then I saw her. Darcy lay beneath a pile of debris—fallen wooden beams, shattered glass, and broken pots. Her blonde hair was streaked with soot, her body unmoving.

Every moment felt fragile, and I hated the helplessness gnawing at my heart. “Luna Avery,” a gentle voice called from the doorway, pulling me from my thoughts. It was Darcy, one of the omegas in our pack. With her long, cascading brown hair that glinted like mahogany in the moonlight and bright hazel eyes that seemed to catch every flicker of light, she always had a way of brightening up even the darkest times. Her soft features carried a mix of sweetness and determination, and her slender frame held an air of quiet strength, making her a comforting presence among us. She stepped closer, her expression a blend of concern and warmth. “Alpha Zane is worried about you. He’s been pacing since yo

He looked at me and smiled cockily. "Darcy!" Liam screamed and ran back to where she was, she was already turning black and I couldn't stop myself from crying. I and Darcy might not have been good friends in the past, but I've started liking her. "What is happening to her?" I asked Alex "She is dying" he replied "Go!" She said to Liam in pain "You know that there's nothing you can do about this. It's over for me. Just go and always remember that I love you"

Darcy had just warged into Cahir and the Grand Maester instead of the wolf and dog. “Darcy?” Ava’s voice was a strained whisper, but Darcy didn’t respond. She remained motionless, her red eyes fixed upon the men she now held captive. Axel, for a moment, forgot his fury, feeling a deep shiver as he witnessed the unleashed supernatural power of his daughter’s Lycan heritage. Darcy’s body didn’t respond. Her eyes remained blank, her face unmoving, as if frozen in time. Axel’s heart raced, panic creeping up his spine.

She made a kiss face before shutting off the camera. I exhaled, looking up at Zac. "We're going to be good at this, right?" "That's just it," Zac grinned at me. "You're the love of my life, Bloom." - The End

So, I suppose my sister was used to the (relatively) sweet, young boy she'd left behind and not this masculine, masturbating monster. Darcy, now aged twenty-two, had only been back at the house for a few weeks. After her four years of schooling were over, she'd moved in so she could start her career without worrying about extraneous expenses like rent and food. My parents, hippy-dippy folks who both worked with computers, didn't understand their daughter's career-driven lifestyle. But the benefit of people like that is, even if they don't get it, they're supportive. Darcy could have taken a decade off to follow the Dead and our parents would have still been encouraging. In fact, they probabl

Nathan continued, pointedly ignoring Clay’s remark, “turns out he was Darcy’s second chance mate. He walked in to find her covered in blood and subsequently lost his shit. “Darcy swears she has no memory of murdering Quade, almost like she blocked it out. But between the shock of what she’d done, immediately finding her second chance after brutally murdering her first mate, and her new mate freaking the fuck out, she’s totally shut down. “He’s with her now. Refuses to leave her side or let anyone get near her. But he has tried asking her what happened. The most she’ll say is she doesn’t know.” “I want to see his body!” I blurted out.

"It's fine. But anyway, she talked me through things and now I feel a lot better." "Was Gordon your boyfriend?" Darcy shakes her head. "No, my pet Goldfish. He died six months ago." She takes a fork and uses it to put a piece of cantaloupe in her mouth as if she never said anything. If it wasn't for my temporarily black computer screen, I wouldn't have seen the glare appear on my face in her direction. "Anyway, what do you need, ma'am?" She asks. "I need you to call Skippy and Mia and ask them to pull up any and all information on Sebastian Harrison and bring it to me. No questions asked, please."

He realized that keeping me at home for three years was selfish of him, and he wanted to make amends. Ronan cooked, cleaned, drove me around, and even took Liam to the amusement park on several occasions. However, whenever he invited me out, my answer always remained the same. No. We haven’t been in the same space alone since that night. Videos of Darcy Taylor begging the men to fuck her were everywhere on the internet. Now, she wouldn’t even walk around her own mirror at home without someone pointing a finger at her. Darcy was totally ruined, and all her minions went down with her. However, I felt that things were too good to be true. It’s as if I could always get into danger.

Knowing this only intensified Darcy's determination to find him. Darcy felt a tinge of sadness as she observed him shed tears while gazing at his photograph the previous evening. Additionally, Darcy must depart to Paris soon for an upcoming Global design contest in which she will participate next month. Despite having received numerous awards during her time pursuing her masters in London, Darcy has been unable to showcase and utilize her skills upon returning home due to the various complications plaguing her company one after another.