Darcy Character Novels & Stories

"I'm not a good father. She should have not looked for me." "The one who will judge that is milady, not you Master." Sebastian answers. "Milady is a rational person. Please don't sell yourself short." "I'm telling the truth," Clyde is gazing sadly. "I wish she had a better parent than me. I don't want her to bear the same responsibility as I am." "She already accepted the fate, sir Clyde," Charles responds. "If she did, she would have let your old hometown be in shambles and let it be discovered by greedy people."

She was looking at me all through with a huge smile on her face. “Is this her?” she asked, still looking at me. “Yes, Darcy,” Damien asked, and from his voice, I could tell he was tired of her bubbling personality. Darcy squealed loudly, almost blocking my ears. “Finally!” she yelled, tears clouding her eyes. I looked at her, and I was amazed by her personality. How can she go from happy to excited to teary in one second?

I was by her side, though, and I gave her what little consolation I could in the face of such extreme hardship. What year was Darcy born? Emotionally charged, Ivory would inquire. I did, of course, remember. How on earth could I ever forget the happiness she had exuded in those early days of parenthood? Ivory had looked on Darcy for everything, a lighthouse in the shadows that had enveloped her following her exile. Ivory would murmur, "She was so perfect, Mia," tears still in her eyes. As my little angel. Then, as if a black cloud were blocking the sun, the memories would change and transport us back to those terrible days when Darcy's life had been in jeopardy. Ivory's wailing, unadulterate

I glared at Lilac who was still scared to meet my gaze and I hissed at her before I walked into Avery’s office. I didn’t expect to meet Dax in her office but there he was, seated on the large couch on the other side of the office and smoking a cigarette. He was staring at me like he was trying to figure me out which made me very uneasy so I quickly looked away while the hair on my skin stood on end with the awareness that he and I were in the same room while I was pretending to be someone else. I should have known he would return since he was living in Denmark now. Did that mean he was going to become a regular? Fuck me.

Mark’s reaction was similar to Adam’s; Darcy broke down after sitting like a log taking in everything. “It can’t be true.” Darcy shook his head between sobs “I only ever slept once in all my life.” “What do you mean?” Adam narrowed his eyes. “Dad, I only slept with Eva when I was drugged” Darcy’s eyes no longer had their original sharpness and lustre…. They looked lost and dull “I haven’t slept with anyone else….”

Harper did not show any emotion and turned around and motioned the man to continue. Everyone in the room has troubled expressions on their faces, they know Harper is not the kind to be lenient to others; she will get in trouble for the bravery she just shown. Daisy hurried to the toilet, taking deep breaths and attempting to calm her beating heart. No one has ever insulted her in this way before. She wishes to flee from this place and never return. She came out to find a message from Mr. Larson inviting her into his office. Daisy walked into Mr. Larson's office where Harper, Larson, and their Assistants were standing. "Come over here"

“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.

"I've dealt with drug addicts in the past, and I'm glad I figured this out sooner than later, so it won't come as a surprise when I'm too interested in you to move on." I move for the hallway and put on my jacket while Daria is staring at me. She isn't stopping me or saying anything, but her expression is downright heartbreaking. Those hands are tucked over her knees, and her eyes are caught on the bedsheets as though she wants to cry but won't allow herself to show vulnerability. Her behavior baffles me.

Kelly Darcy, only child of Raymond Darcy, had spent all her life running from the one thing she knew she couldn't escape.... Taking over her father's company, Darcy Enterprises. As her father's only child, and with her mother dead since she was a baby, Kelly always knew that one day the company would be hers.

So, I suppose my sister was used to the (relatively) sweet, young boy she'd left behind and not this masculine, masturbating monster. Darcy, now aged twenty-two, had only been back at the house for a few weeks. After her four years of schooling were over, she'd moved in so she could start her career without worrying about extraneous expenses like rent and food. My parents, hippy-dippy folks who both worked with computers, didn't understand their daughter's career-driven lifestyle. But the benefit of people like that is, even if they don't get it, they're supportive. Darcy could have taken a decade off to follow the Dead and our parents would have still been encouraging. In fact, they probabl