Darcy Anne Styles Novels & Stories

she said, her voice filled with quiet joy. Anne glanced at Charlotte, who had recently begun experimenting with her looks and style. She had finally let Sabrina take over as her stylist and it showed. Tonight, she wore a stunning green dress that hugged her figure, accentuating her natural elegance and badassness. Her freshly cut, copper-coloured hair added an edge to her look, giving her a vibe that was both sexy and badass. “Where are my parents?” Charlotte asked, her tone casual but curious. “And where is that annoying brother of mine? Did he bail?”

I could see why she was popular as she stretched out on the bed. This is it Taylor. “I'll make your highlighter lipsticks but I have a few conditions.” “You know we can't get Rebecca off of you, so don't even try, ” Darcy said from the floor. “That's not what I wanted to say.” I rolled my eyes. “I'm doing this piece on populars and I kinda need your help.” “For the studio? I thought Rebecca was anchor?” Darcy asked with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, of course she is, I'm just her lowly assistant but this one is for me. For college applications, these things look good on it.”

I'd spent years in the hands of the political elite to hide their dirty work. I sat in my chair and turned on my laptop. Enzo had set up all the applications I needed to do my work. I checked the security cameras, and the video was of Darcy and Felicia in the training room. I zoomed in to see what they were doing. Felicia had several students, but I asked her to focus on Darcy. I wanted the preparations for the birthday event to go smoothly, including her first appearance. Darcy wore a gymnastic outfit and covered her lower body with a miniskirt. She was dancing with a pole. Her hand movements were fluid, her curves were seductive, and her long hair added to the sexiness of her dance.

she groaned. “I'm being serious. I'm not answering that. It could land me in legal trouble.” And her mouth popped open, “Oh my freaking god, you totally have.” I had no answer to that, because yeah, I have. I'm not proud of it, but there was a time when I was a chronic flirt and playboy. I relaxed, losing myself in the rhythm of it. Darcy was clever and disarming, the kind of woman who made you forget your own name. Her hands gestured wildly when she talked, and I couldn’t stop laughing.

There was no other reason to stay by Alpha Darren's side. “You didn't let me finish my words,” Alpha Darren said. “Annabelle will be living in Pack Kyne with her husband and child. Didn't she tell you that she already has a child and a husband?” Honestly, this was the first time Diana had heard this and it was from Alpha Darren. Because all this time Diana thought Annabelle was still single. But apparently, she already had a child? That really shocked Diana. Diana thought Annabelle really liked Alpha Darren and ran away because she didn't want to get married yet. But what was this? This fact was completely beyond her expectations.

“We will be going to the Riverside, where the queen found you, and we have summoned a priestess who is the only one capable of telling us what your true powers are and where exactly you came from. “ I had nothing to say but accept. Before Raven, Lita and I could leave for the awaiting carriage, Darcy had her growth spurt, causing Lita to shriek in surprise. Since they were behind Raven and me, we turned to face Lita and were taken aback by Darcy's new look; she was taller and looked precisely like Raven and I She had full, long, dirty blonde hair, the combination of my blonde hair and Raven’s black hair; her eyes were also completely different. Her right eye was pitch black, looking soulless

He was getting off the bed. The expression on his face told me in no certain way that I had botched the whole thing. I shuffled off the bed and grabbed my shirt as I did so. I got it over my head. "I think it's time I leave." "Not so fast." He raised a finger as the brunette helped him into a golden patterned robe. "Get the light, Darcy." I gasped. Darcy Arlow. The last time I checked, Calvin was dating a model by the name of Darcy Arlow. The low light had made it hard to recognize her from her I*******m posts.

" Rory turns to face Kiran and approaches him. Hey Kiran, are we all right? He queries. Rory's haughtiness has Kiran shaking his head in agreement, but Rory isn't persuaded. Well, Darcy and I are getting serious, so it's something you will have to get used to, I know it's unusual, but you seem happy with your new woman. When was that? She was only claiming to be single last week. "That was a misunderstanding, my mother passed away, and I temporarily lost my mind, but we worked it out."

⸻ Adrian had seen Darcy in many states, hungover, defiant, barely awake with her hair in a tangled mess. He’d seen her drunk, smirking through the haze of bad decisions, and once, even vulnerable, though she’d clawed that moment back before he could acknowledge it. But this? This was something else entirely. Darcy stepped into the grand hall, the golden lights casting a soft glow over her as she moved. The deep emerald gown she wore clung to her in all the right places, the slit high enough to tease but not reveal, the neckline bold yet elegant. Her midnight-black hair was swept up, revealing the curve of her neck, the sharp angles of her collarbones.

"Dahlia." Dahlia's expression softened when she saw that it was Darcie. She immediately put on a polite smile and said, "Mrs. Saun, you're here." Darcie was wearing a dark green gown with a slightly retro curled hairstyle that looked like something from the 1920s to 1930s. It looked like the attire of a socialite from the old days. Her eyebrows were delicately drawn. She did not look as striking as Dahlia, but she was still quite attractive. Beside her stood her daughter, Jaylene. The two were about the same height and bore a slight resemblance in their eyebrows. Darcie took good care of herself, and they looked like sisters when standing together.