Darcy Library Novels & Stories

“I’ll get the invoice. It has the address on it.” “Sure,” Darcy said, following after his brother. Some twenty-five minutes later, Darcy was in Soho, driving along a street in his sleek black Ferrari. It was quite busy, and to Darcy’s annoyance, he found he had to stop many times in traffic. He was running late and just about had enough when he noticed he was on the street where Tanaka Gallery was located. He rolled down his side window and had a quick scan of the buildings. He found the gallery to his left-hand side, not too far. He noted the gallery itself was rather interesting, though it wasn’t yet opened for the day.

I have no idea what just happened. We spent a wonderful evening together; he traveled nearly six hours to be with me, so why would he suddenly abandon me in the morning? My bruised lips and aching body keep bringing me back to him as I attempt to concentrate on Lucas' morning ritual. Just the boy and I today; we won't be doing much of anything. While Lucas finishes his breakfast, I check my phone and hear a message from Kerry. When I hit play, I make sure Lucas can't hear: "Hellooooo Darcy, we miss you tonight. We're both tired of this nonsense and want to get back to our regular lives, but who is Rory anyway?

Grace explained as she saw Darcy hooking his eyebrows. “Brat, did you know where she was all this time?” Darcy stood up with a fierce expression. “Nope, but I knew her bank details from our company’s employee register.” Chris answered cheekily as he ran to hide behind Grace.

It was over. It was all finally over. Darcy didn't die, but she suffered so much more torture that she would probably have been better off if she were dead. Since she had wilting wolf syndrome, a rare degenerative mutation, and had also been poisoned by a mixture of toxins, she was considered of great research value and was taken away by a secretive research institute. Apparently, she would be living out the rest of her life locked up in a special silver cage, having her blood drawn and muscle cells sliced off to undergo experimentation every day.

she gasped, her instincts directing her back to the shelter where Darcy lay unconscious. . . . Check my I_G for book arts @dewstheinker

Soon, her forehead began to ooze blood. Aneira suddenly clicked her tongue. “This miss must have a masochistic tendency. Even enjoying bruising her forehead…” Darcy almost spat out blood due to indignation. It is clear that they ordered her to do it yet… Still, Darcy gritted her teeth and sat up, wincing in pain. She took out her phone and immediately sent 20 million, her heart bleeding profusely. How much did Darcy have in her account in the first place? Including savings, all her money isn't more than 23 million.

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.

Then I stopped because of something I noticed. A small child walked into the room and the air around her seemed to glitter. Darcy, The daughter of Ivory and Darrel. The one endowed with increasing power. I watched, enthralled, as she went toward Hardin. Her presence seemed to cause the room's shadows to shudder back off. "Uncle Hardin," Darcy murmured with a shaking voice. "I had yet another vision." Hardin knelt. " What did you see, sweetheart?" Darcy's eyes widened with fear. "Blackness. That much gloom. And... and a dude. Though nasty, he looked like Mom. "Drawn in, I leaned in closer, intrigued.

“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.

Frowning, she set the card on the nightstand and pushed herself up, padding across the floor. When she opened the door, Darcy stood there, looking like hell. Aelia blinked. “You look—” “Like shit?” Darcy finished, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. She made a beeline for the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and downing half of it in one go. Aelia folded her arms. “I was going to say ‘like you haven’t rested,’ but sure.” Darcy wiped her mouth, exhaling heavily. Aelia watched her for a moment before asking, “Something wrong?”