Darcy Character Novels & Stories

Darcy had been with Edward for many years and had always supported him. Secretly, he had grown close to Edward's illegitimate son, hoping to help him become the next head of the Nixons. This had made him and Emerald like water and fire. If the person behind Nyla was Darcy, he certainly had the ability to cover her tracks. However, there was always a flaw in every plan. The dress was the biggest mistake. Darcy noticed Emerald's gaze and turned toward her.

I pulled away stiffly and said, “Darcy, if you don’t like me, don’t feel obliged to mate with me. You can mate with any she-wolf you want; I won’t make a fuss. I mean it!” “Ginger!” My refusal made him ashamed. He was clearly about to lose his temper. I stroked his face gently and said, “Don’t be angry, Darcy. Being angry makes your face ugly.” Seeing me like this, he scrutinized me for a moment, then suddenly calmed down. “Forget it. You must be a virgin and never mated before. I’ll give you time to get used to it slowly.” Darcy is addicted to virgins—that’s why he changes partners so often. He’s always looking for the next virgin.

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.

Patrina and her father were having a father-daughter moment and she looked happy, Lavi was showered with love and compliments from our parents, but Darcy was slowly yet carefully walking to her parents with an expectant smile. All the three girls were looking really beautiful but honestly Darcy stood out the most because she wore very light makeup as her natural beauty glowed making everyone else dull. Her parents were looking at her awkwardly as they excused themselves, I could feel her sadness as her eyes filled with tears. Dylan who was standing stiff beside me in presence of his parents walked to her and comforted her.

“You're safe here. No one will hurt you.” “Please, don’t kill me. I can’t die. My son needs me,” she sobbed. “You won’t die. You’re safe here,” I repeated. “I want to see Keane. I only want my son. Please give me my child back.” Darcy stopped screaming but wept uncontrollably. My heart ached to see her tears and hear her pleas. That wicked woman was cold and arrogant. I rarely saw her vulnerable. Darcy truly loved her son. What happened earlier affected her not because she was afraid of dying but because she was worried her son would be alone.

I folded my knees to my chest, as I fought the drug in my system with all the strength I could muster. Darcy ruined my family. She was the reason my Dad became a vegetable, yet, I invited her into my home. Dad never wanted her at our house when he was healthy, but when he got into a coma, I invited Darcy in to keep me company. When I moved into the Simpsons old mansion, I allowed her to stay in the house for a while, until she betrayed me at the university and moved out on her own. Little did I know that the betrayal started long ago, and I just didn’t notice.

“Fine, just spend an hour here at least. Discuss your idea with darcy, then you can go. I should be done with my meeting by then and i need to go into town to speak to the sheriff. I’ll drive you.” My interest was immediately pulled. I could use this as an opportunity to meet the man who destroyed this town. Even though i think this place was already done for. “Okay, you’ve got a deal.” i brought my hand out and he shook it. Darcy and i said nothing until he left. I made a swirvel, looking over her tech and plants. There’s no way she lives here. There’s nothing but plants. And a desk, and some lab equipments. Why is a chemist even running a garden?

He replied, not looking convinced and continued to say “She wanted me to help tell her who this person was and then it happened too fast, I didn't touch her” I nodded, not knowing what else to do because there was no way I could believe what he had told me. And I still wasn't sure whether I should believe what had transpired after their little chat. Darcy had always been a weird character; the things that she does, that she says, that she is, are usually off.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

New Orleans has ever since worn a new look as I was hell-bent to seeing opportunities in every little way. I wasn't going to run away because my entire life, whatever Alyria, the deceased pack witch had told Jace that made him unable to use me for the atonement, must definitely be something important. I was no longer safe outside these walls until I get to meet someone who would really and truly love me. “Are you even listening, Darcy?” Jane poked my arm as she furrowed her right eyebrow. “I can't believe you've been lost for almost five minutes, Darcy. What were you even thinking about?”