Dao Romance Options Novels & Stories

James immediately dashed through the woods, chasing after Dario knowing fully well that everything could go south with that determination he saw on his face. There were only two ways this could go with Dario: He apologizes, admits his mistake and works towards being a better mate to Marissa or He ends everything, rejects or tells her to reject him so he could continue being his powerful sovereign self without a weakness. The second option seemed more like what Dario could do, and that was the driving force of James’ speed.

“It’s going to be a formal contract. It’s all about pretending. You won’t have to do any…real things. Maybe just a little kissing or making out…” Ruby gasped, her head shaking even more vigorously. “The last time I kissed someone was six years ago. I can’t do this. I am definitely not the one.” Lana scooted closer to Ruby, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders. “Come on, Ruby Mae. You’re so patient and kind; you’ll be able to handle this.” She said softly. “Also, the pay is really, really good. You can use the money to save your father and finally start the new lives you both deserve.”

Selene rolled her eyes at him, and let out a frustrated huff. “What are my real options?” My eyes darted between the two trying to read them. “Decide on complete loyalty to me, to us, with a blood oath, or leave.” Dmitri’s sadistic grin told me he’d be happy with either decision.

“If you could choose, who would it be?” Lifting my hands to my face, I sighed. “That’s the thing. I’ve been protected by being under Dario’s supervision, but I also lost the ability to choose. If I wed, the groom will be Dario’s choice. And after tonight, it may not be either one of them.” “He’s an open-minded man, Dario is. He would take your opinion into consideration.” Before I could respond, there was a knock on my door. My eyes widened. “Speak of the devil.” I stood and walked to the door.

"What kind of option?" Dante was quiet for a long moment, studying her. "An unconventional one. One that would clear your debt entirely within one week. But it's not... traditional business." "I don't understand." "I think you do." His eyes traveled over her deliberately. "You're an attractive woman, Miss Martinez. And I'm a man with particular tastes and substantial resources. I'm proposing an arrangement: you give me one week of your complete availability....sexual service, to be blunt....and your debt is cleared entirely. No bankruptcy. No ruined credit. Clean slate."

The Romanos and the Russos both vied for the docks, but if they worked together, they would be unstoppable. “Basically, I'm offering an alliance rather than a marriage,” I tell her. “You get what you want. I get Dante. Your daughter doesn't have to marry a man she doesn't like.” Mrs. Romano strokes her chin. I know she's pretending to think this over but that she's already decided to to it. It's a good deal. “I'll need sixty percent,” she tells me. That's when I know she's in. It's just haggling now.

“Was there a list…a menu of prospective wives?” A laugh came from deep in his throat. “Would yes be a better answer? Saying I was given a variety of choices and chose you above the others?” “Were you…given a variety of choices?” Dario shook his head. “I was involved in the negotiations with Jorge.” I sat taller. “Our marriage is good for both organizations. I’ll admit I turned down Camila.” “Patron offered Camila?” “He did. As I said before, I’m not interested in marrying a child. You’re young—”

Daciana rolled her eyes at her dramatic gestures. Dolphus is truly handsome, no doubt about that but Kaira doesn't have to admire another person's mate. Nothing is bad about it though Daciana doesn't see it as something to fantasize about. While growing up, she tried not to like what she knows can never be hers. "He's someone's mate silly" she answered playfully. Kaira shrugged her shoulders and grinned cutely. "That's what makes it more sweet, having sex with him wouldn't be a problem and they will be zero chance of getting pregnant since he is not my mate,

he interrupted smoothly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, “because you made me promise. And I keep my promises.” There was a beat of silence between them, heavy and electric. Finally, Rhian whispered, “And if I say no?” Damon smiled, not unkindly, but firm. “Then I’ll just have to change your mind.” He stepped back, adjusting his cufflinks like the matter was settled. “You have three days to choose the scent,” he said over his shoulder as he walked toward the door. “And one week to choose the dress.” The door clicked behind him.

"Natalie, get ready. Francis wants you at the club tonight." "No way," I said. "He insists. You're going." Nora stepped in, voice hushed as she said, "Mr. Collins will be there too. He said...it's your chance." I eyed her. "Chance for what?" "Your ticket out." She slipped me a note with an address and a time. "Stick to the plan." I gripped the note, nodding once. ... The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices.