Darcy Winx Novels & Stories

She grew up in a wealthy family but could cook her food. “Darcy is a wild woman. She has many exes. You must have known some of her love stories before my cousin married Cullen. Do you only want to play around with her?” she asked. “You better be careful. Sean Channing is stronger than you.” I didn't spill anything no matter how hard she tried to get me to talk. I didn't trust reporters. I didn't care what she wrote about my relationship with Darcy because my target was Sean. I brought Darcy out in public and attended the big meeting to harass that man for daring to threaten me at my club. I devised a plan for him to fail to become a mayor because his opponent had more integrity than him.

Darcy looked at him with hazy eyes and nodded her head. “I am fine, don’t worry about me I can take care of myself.” She didn’t notice the smirk on his face when he walked away from her. Darcy was feeling slightly dizzy and was least bothered to look at him and once Melvin was gone her eyes wandered around the dance floor and her eyes caught sight of Rachael Harris dancing with Xavier York the famous business tycoon who was known around as a lady's man and who had eyes only for the pretty girls and was as wild as boar and Darcy wondered whether Gale Harris was aware of it or she was sure he wouldn’t allow him to court his sister who had just arrived in the country. But she could just sit the

Darcy had just warged into Cahir and the Grand Maester instead of the wolf and dog. “Darcy?” Ava’s voice was a strained whisper, but Darcy didn’t respond. She remained motionless, her red eyes fixed upon the men she now held captive. Axel, for a moment, forgot his fury, feeling a deep shiver as he witnessed the unleashed supernatural power of his daughter’s Lycan heritage. Darcy’s body didn’t respond. Her eyes remained blank, her face unmoving, as if frozen in time. Axel’s heart raced, panic creeping up his spine.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

"I concede." I pulled back, the same male agent that separated our fight, took my hand in his and lifted it upwards. "Alexis Reign, wins!" The feeling of euphoria and the cheering around me, were like periodic pours of ambrosia. I was becoming that good that I was beating people that have done this for months. Years, even.

I hear Grayson call out behind me. I turn around -Holy fuck. Standing beside Grayson is this petite goddess. Waves of auburn hair cascade down onto her creamy skin. Big green eyes pop in contrast to her scattered freckles. I take her all in. Her defined arms and snatched little body are on display in a black shimmery bodycon dress that hits mid-thigh. I see a small scar cutting through her eyebrow, which intrigues me more. Shifter healing is fast enough that scarring does not occur unless the injury is really bad.

(Author says he was seventeen) After that she never talked to me and started avoided me like I was some freak. Her friends started calling me a creepy stalker, and then her parents sent her overseas to study, far away from me. So I named my wolf after her name, Dakota. What? Nothing. I lightly punch on the table to check how rugged and vigorous the wood is. I can still feel the bruises on my knuckles that were cut open while I punched rogues to the death. The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha.

I told him and he immediately understood that my facade was slowly slipping away. Quickly, he pulled his hand away from my face while surveying the crowd and he took my hand when I guessed he had found a spot. We were about to walk away when an older looking woman stopped before us with a warm smile and I couldn't help but smile back at her when she looked at me. “You must be Ruby Sinclair. Dax’s long lost love who has finally reunited with him” she said while holding out her hand for a handshake and I returned the gesture by shaking her.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

It was a woman with a well-defined shoulders and a large scar on her left cheek, the captain of Red Dragon, Twilight who faced Farrah when she came to their camp. She seems to be the complete opposite of her name. “Who are you?” Twilight directly asked, her assessing eyes looking at Farrah from head to foot. Fortunately, Farrah was now experienced in dealing with people like Twilight. With battling her eye, she extended her hand and introduced herself with a smile. “My name is Farrah, I’m a Doctor, an Ability-Holder of Healing ability, level-3.” There’s fleeting surprise in Twilight’s frozen face, but it quickly disappeared as soon as it appeared. “Healer? What are you doing here then?”