Dani Ardor Novels & Stories

If he had applied more force, maybe he would have. His arm wrapped around my throat, almost choking me as I struggled to get free. This guy has taken sparring to a whole new level. I see Zander stop sparring with Daniel and make his way over. He is royally pissed off right now. I can’t imagine him seeing me in this position as a good thing, but he needs to learn I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself. I shake my head at Zander, making him skid to a halt and stop advancing. Daniel is next to him with a smug grin like he knows what I will do next.

Aranjo put on his ears and after a calm state, Aranjo opened the window curtain of the stretcher. However, before he had time to open the curtain, the large curtain that was in front of him was roughly opened. A soldier in a suit of armor full of blood stared at him. The Warrior was not from the Danzou Kingdom, so Aranjo retreated his body. That means they were defeated by the enemy. The soldier looked at him with such passion that even the soldier seemed to swallow. Aranjo knows clearly the beauty and the beauty of his body that makes every eye stare in awe of him.

he said to Aria. She didn’t move. Didn’t listen. The man stopped a few yards away. His eyes Locked onto Aria. Not curious. Certain. “So,” he said slowly. “The storm lives.” Aria tilted her head slightly. “And you are?” A faint smirk. “Someone your mother would have warned you about.” Ryan’s stomach dropped. Aria’s expression didn’t change. “Try me.” The man’s gaze sharpened. Then “I am Kael Draven.” “And I do not kneel.”

"Hello, my name is Vanluke Kromatova. I'm here to ask for your daughter's hand." How Ara wished she lied instead. Her eyes rounded. Her parents' eyes narrowed. "I'm Vanluke's cousin, Danil Kromatova," Danil introduced himself cheerfully. Ara couldn't believe what's happening. Her parents invited the two men in. She thought her mother and father would interrogate them and protect her from any harm they might have been planning. How utterly she was when after a few exchange of words all four of them are laughing at each other's jokes.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

I cleared my throat, and wrapping my arm around Aurora, I smiled at the woman. “I am Dante D’Angelo” I said introducing myself. “Natalie Brooke” she said, nodding at me. I looked down at Aurora and kissed her temple, smirking when I caught sight of the woman who had her eyes on us. “I’ll be leaving you alone with the ladies, yeah?” I whispered to her, noticing that a few women were approaching. “Alright, just try staying away from trouble, okay?” She asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded and motioned for Leonardo to come and follow me, and understanding where I was going, Leonardo gulped down his scotch before walking toward the lounge where our fathers were sitting.

Davis replied. "Mr. Davis....." Armando called out, his face turned ugly. "You know that I have a wife..... I don't know how's your relationship with your wife, but I am faithful. If you'd like to play, go play with yourself, I'm off." He stood up to leave. Mr. Davis quickly followed him. "Mr. Andeza, wait!" He hurriedly approached Armando. "Just tell me your demands, and I'll give it...."

Arina’s father shifted in his seat, his eyes narrowing at the screen. Even he could not deny the power of Damon’s words or the clarity of the evidence laid out before them. Ayla squeezed Arina’s arm in support, both recognizing the significance of the moment. Damon continued, his tone deliberate and clear. “I was once engaged to Viva Anderson. That decision was based on business, not love. Today, I publicly announce that my engagement is over. I will not marry her. My heart belongs to someone who loves me truly and deeply, someone whose loyalty and courage I trust without question. That person is Arina Darius.”

Dylan says, flashing a mischievous grin. George gives me a worried look as they head off toward the cardio room. After a brief inward struggle, I jog after them. “Um, hey. So, my name’s actually Ardal. Not Chelsea.” George just nods. “That’s Irish, isn’t it?” Dylan’s brow furrows, but he quickly brushes off his confusion, returning to his usual trainer enthusiasm like a “Ken” doll reset. “Okay Ardal,” he says, high-fiving me, “Right on!”

I ask Alaric as he disconnects his hand from Gaston's. He grunts and combs his fingers through his hair. “Feeling more and more like a powder keg.” “Tell us more?” Alaric shrugs his thick shoulders. “Seems Dargo is getting more supporters from a neighboring Pack. I don’t know what he offered their Alpha.” “Who is their Alpha?” Gaston cuts in. “Armador.” Both Gaston and I snort. Armador and his pack have been rumored to be the weakest pack with one of the most foolish Alphas of all time.