Darius X Brooklyn Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Higit pa sa nakakainis. Ngunit gaano man kainit ang ulo ko sa mga kalokohan niya, hindi maalis ang tingin ko sa kabilang dako—nakapako ito sa lalaking nakaupo sa sala. Si Darius. He was leaning back in his armchair, one arm draped loosely over the rest, but there was nothing relaxed about the way his jaw was set, or how his fingers tapped a slow, restless rhythm against the wood. His gaze was fixed on Damon, dark and stormy, like he was holding back words that would cut deep if he let them out. Every time Damon leaned forward, or tossed his head back in that easy, charming way of his, I saw Darius’s brow furrow a little deeper. He was irritated—furious, even—and it radiated off him in waves

Dinampot niya ang unan sa kama at ibinato iyon kay Darius. "I hate you!" singhal niya rito. Sumampa siya sa kama at nahiga roon. Tinalikuran niya si Darius at humarap sa direksiyong hindi niya ito makikita. Lumakas ang tawa ni Darius na para bang tuwang-tuwa pa sa inasal niya. "Ah, talaga ngang pinagnànasaan mo ako?" Napapikit si Scarlett. Mukha ng kamatis ang pisngi niya, panigurado. Kung bakit ba naman kasi sa dami ng puwede niyang maging cravings ngayong gabi, bakit sèx pa?