Novel & Cerita Darius The Great Is Not Okay

I asked, my voice coming out as a strained growl. "The King approached Darius first," Dad said bitterly. "He offered Darius power, wealth, and the expansion of his borders. Darius was a coward. He didn't want to do it, but the King threatened to strip him of his land and status if he refused. Darius chose his own skin over honor, and he became the weapon that took my heart."

"Darius, please just cover for me. I just can't be at the ceremony." "Is everything okay with you and Diana?" He started. "I have never seen Ger in any of these events before. I have been meaning to ask you if everything is okay. "That's the problem, Darius. I intend to find out what's going on with her. She has been acting strange, and she has refused to talk to me. Something is utterly wrong, and I must be taking it out of her; doesn't matter if she likes it or not."

"Darius, don’t lie to me." His smile faltered, and for a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes— But he quickly masked it with that same forced grin. "Really, Raphael, everything’s under control." "Under control?" I wasn’t buying it. "Why don’t you want to tell me what’s going on? Is it Lyra?" Darius hesitated, his smile vanishing altogether. "Look... the contestants are fine. Lyra’s probably fine, too." "Probably?" I repeated, my tone darkening. "What do you mean, probably? What the hell happened?"

“What if he comes for all of us again?” Darius laughed before my father could answer. It was not a warm laugh. “Lucian is useless to the wraiths now,” Darius explained. “No dragon. No territory. Nothing strong enough left in him to carry the magic properly or make a meaningful deal. He has no royal claim worth feeding through. No land to offer. No body strong enough to hold what he once held.” My father nodded once, serious and controlled.

Valerian, she whispered, I thought Darius liked… Darius likes any sex with anyone, that is, Exus, a panther shifter. Oh, that made sense when… Well, go on, you can tell me, what did you see? Uhhhmmm, I didn’t mean to; he wasn’t performing very well, and I wondered if magic could fix that. I laughed like I hadn’t in a long time. Zaria had no filter after all. Okay, to answer your question, nope, magic won’t fix it. Thank you for that; I still chuckled.

“Darius Fucking Carathurs.” “That’s three words and what does he have to do with anything?” “You can’t actually believe that cocksucker is going to respect her while we’re working with him? You read that story about him and it’s not the first time he’s been inappropriate with the women he’s working with. This is a publicity nightmare just waiting to happen.”

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before opening them again, "Anyhow, talking about the current situation, he loathes her so much that he'd never even think of handing his empire to her, especially as long as she's married to you." "What's the public's opinion on this whole ordeal?" I asked, trying to gather as much information as I can. Darius thought for a minute before letting out a deep sigh, "Even though Alexander hasn't yet declared this publicly, but of course, there are rumors. And from what I could gather, they aren't happy about it because they think Lucas is no different than Alexander as a leader. But..." he added as an afterthought.

Arielle Oh fuck. Shit. Damn. I blinked at the screen, disappointment sinking through me like cold water. “What home is he talking about?” Emris asked. I couldn’t answer. My mind was still trying to process the worst possible text arriving at the worst possible moment. “Darius,” he said again, slower this time. “As in Rothwell Darius?” My throat tightened. I should’ve taken my phone with me to the restroom. “The same guy, powerful enough to get his hands on your project? Your files? Your work?”

At minimum, Darius I am immobilised to the ground by an electric charge coursing through me. Darius. That title. I pivot. "Whom?" His brow wrinkles in perplexity. I grit my teeth at his incapacity to comprehend even the most basic inquiries. It was you, Darius. Who is Darius? Who exactly are you willing to make comparisons between myself and? He seems to gauge our separation with his glance. A flicker of wariness crosses his dark brown gaze. "He is a city dweller. He stole the money from his father and, if you can believe all the rumours, he—

We all watched him for a moment. Then Gertrude tsked and mummured a few unintelligible chants. The fire disappeared in seconds. "I do this with much regret and as much as I would have loved to see you burn down till what was left of you was not worthy to feed dogs, we don't have the time for this. We need to go now." Darius scrambled to his feet and fell back down, his huge muscular bulk racking with coughs. He was coughing blood. Nobody cared. Not even the healer whose lunar programming was to heal twitched a finger.