Darcy Winx Novels & Stories

Her voice sounded so small but then, everything about her was small and fragile. “Waiter…” I called out casually before placing my order. “No thanks, just water is fine” Darcy said without taking off her sunglasses yet again, her gaze fixed on the table top. Her lips formed into a pout, making her look very much like a kicked puppy. When the waitress returned, I began to eat immediately but Darcy refused to touch her water. “Scared you might die?” I couldn't hide the amusement and amusement was the best medicine. The only problem was that her face didn't show any reaction.

Was he showing off or really trying to get on her nerves? Either ways, Arya looked impressed with everything. She knew Winx was a contented girl but she’d not mind her wanting a bit of such dramatic life for herself. “Winx, right?” Damien looked back at Winx. Her face lit up. “Uh-huh. Winx Hendrickson.” “Hendrickson. Sounds smart. Are you related to the fashion designer couple, Hendrickson and Sheena?” Damien asked. Winx and Arya’s face beamed, for different reasons.

Darcy, a girl from a distant Quint family from the small city of Lilyrose, had no right to be in the same position as her, the daughter of a well-known and powerful family in Riverbank. Yet Darcy was better than her in every aspect. Darcy was more beautiful, more capable, and was the chairwoman of Sky Ocean Corporation that was worth billions. She became the branch head of the Quints at a young age, where the other family members had to listen to her. Jealousy had blinded Joan to the point that she believed everything that Darcy owned, except for her stupid useless husband, should be hers. She wanted to snatch everything from Darcy. It explained why she tried her very best in flattering Phoe

Darcy said, shaking her head over and over again. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she said this, and I could tell that there was a deeper darker story to her son. I didn't want to find out what it was, but I wanted Darcy to leave with me. I had a feeling that she would be able to help me. I had just gotten to know about my witch powers. I needed someone who could teach me how to use them so I don't cause even more trouble for myself.

You are to remain in that location, young girl. I find it difficult to swallow due to my fear. I can't help but feel like a teen who got caught making out under the school gates. Rory rushes up to me and smiles as he notices I am wearing one of his t-shirts. He then informs me, "Mum, Darcy is leaving." He places his hand on the small of my back and guides my steps as we head toward the door. "You are aware that he has a girlfriend, right?" As I walk by, his mother speaks to me.

He even forgot about Alex, who was the one that even woke him up with the mindlink. Ariel ignored the burning sensation that she was feeling in her injury and she buried her face into his chest. She started crying and Damien raised her head up. "Hey, hey. Why are you crying?" Damien asked her. Ariel ignored the question and she buried her face into his chest again, while crying. Damien just rubbed the back of her head slowly, trying to make her stop crying. He could feel the wetness of her tears soaking his top. He raised her head and he told her to come into the room.

“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

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

"Em…. Don't ever mention what happened today to anyone". Darcia said. Her eyes showed warning signs to Hannah that definitely understood it. "B…. Your eyes. I… it's still purple. What are we going to do about it?". Hannah asked. Deep inside, she wondered if Darcia was a real witch. It was possible because their Queen Darcia is the only adult in the land that hasn't found her wolf form. The more she thought about it, the more she saw that it was clearly impossible. Aren't both Darcia's parents werewolves?.

“You’re going to love this. I swear, Wick is the best person in the world to go spook housing with. He lets you cling all over him when you get freaked out. He doesn’t get annoyed when you scream in his ear. And just when you think you’re going to pee your pants from being so scared, he’ll laugh at one of the ghouls and make it feel not so scary at all.” “Yeah, no. Wick pisses you off when you go spook housing with him,” Darcy contradicted. “Nothing ever scares him. It’s no fun at all. I mean, you can’t spook the guy one bit.” “We have competitions of jumping out at places and trying to catch him off guard,” Izzy explained to me, before rolling her eyes Darcy’s way. “Darcy’s just sour that s