Darcy Anne Styles Novels & Stories

“Shut the fuck up Darcy, or when I get off shift I will come in there and show you how to shut your mouth” “Yeah, right fat fuck. Thought I already proved to your fat ass that your dick was long ago lost to your large folds.” She laughed as he growled out at her. She just linked arms with me as she just strolled to the back of our cage. “Sorry about him. I’m Darcy, what’s your name darling?” Darcy said and it finally clicked with me. Darcy. Darcy was one of the breeders, She had a little boy a few days before I had Zoey. She and I both returned to the breeder dens at the same time.

It's clear they didn't want to get focused on by Aviva Cirillo. The anxious Darcy tried to force a sweet smile on her face. Unfortunately, it only appeared stiff. “Aneira, forgive me, hm? We are sisters. We should stick by each other every time. Dad won't like it when we fight. It's just that….” She paused before yelling, “Everything that I spoke was read from the media, who can't make a mistake? Remember that I like to speak nonsense sometimes. Kowtow? Haha. They are just plays. Play.” She quickly cried out, trying to clean herself.

She divulged, wondering if Seth knew a day like this would come when he would be critically ill. *They're going to force you to give them access. I advise you not to.” Darcy listened to Perez's advice. She got to the living room in handcuffs, as expected by everyone. “Hey, Darcy Santino, the only daughter of Matteo Santino. Keeping you at my house makes me look like I'm keeping a diamond in the basement. I'm waiting for the right time to trade that diamond…” “Is that why I'm here? To listen to stories and how you're referring to me as a diamond?” Darcy wore a serious look on her face; she avoided eye contact with Carlos strictly.

Once her ID lands on her hands, all that would be left is the countdown to IC inc’s destruction. As the lift whirred, the man beside her burned her with his gaze and Anna knew it was already getting out of hand. She had to distract him. “So, uh…” His eyes flew back to hers instantly, his hands were also made into fists as though he were trying to fight an inner battle. “I have a question if you don’t mind.” “Go ahead,” he answered sharply. “Do you happen to know Darcy Hendrick? She actually used to work here but I don’t know if you were close enough to know what happened to her.”

She had not even let me tell her what I scored. Ms. Gale went on, saying, "Darcy had a very hard year. During the second semester of senior year, she was constantly hunched over her desk doing practice tests, her face so pale it was alarming. She also didn't have enough money for living expenses and had to take on part-time work. "She got heatstroke more than once from handing out flyers, and one time, she came in with a bruise on her forehead. I asked her why she didn't tell her family. She said there was no point."