Darren Barnet Age Novels & Stories

Dan stood at the drink table, the late September sun warm on his shoulders, the backyard buzzing with neighborhood laughter. At thirty-eight, six-foot-one with a solid, gym-honed build, he was the picture of suburban success..finance guy, devoted husband, Little League coach. But his eyes kept drifting to Kara.

She was seeing a few other guys on the side. Darren included. He lost his mother, his little sibling, and his father all in the same month. The only person he could turn to was someone who loved him. I was fifteen at the time, we both were. The color comes in at sixteen. He was a few months from knowing what color he got. He was hoping it would be blue, or even a white nurse, or a green nurse. Something in the nursing, or doctor's department. Something with medicine.

We've already informed numerous individuals, including Kemal, about my engagement to Darren," Nadine sighed deeply. She looked at her father with worry. “But I’m not sure he’ll just go along with it. We haven’t seen each other in ages. He might already have someone else in mind.” Baron placed his coffee cup on the table and looked at his daughter with conviction. “Nadine, don’t worry. Darren won’t refuse. You know, when he was a boy, Darren was very close to you. He even... loved you,” Baron said with a smile, trying to remind Nadine of their past. Nadine turned her gaze away, slightly comforted by her father’s words. “That was when we were kids, Papa... We were in elementary school. We’re a

I replied and tousled his ruffled hair, making him bury his face in my hair as he laughed. " Stop it. I'm a grown man." He said trying to keep a straight face and I chuckled. " I guess everyone has things to do today except us," Darren said as he reached out for his phone on his nightstand and cringed when he saw that it was already noon. " I think I've just made the great Sharlynn Carter miss school for the first time ever." He said and I smiled, it did feel weird to not be in school by this time of the day. But if it meant being by his side, in his bed, all day long then I'd miss school more often.

he exclaimed, disappointment etched on his face. Emery warned, "Young brother, that's not how you talk to a lady." Darren scoffed, "Young brother? Just because you're taller doesn't make you older. It seems you have no sense at all." Darren frowned, feeling affronted. She picked up the paint palette and dusted it off. "How old are you?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Darren responded, "Thirteen." Emery's eyes widened in shock; he was two years older than she was—she just turned eleven.

Darren didn't bother to take a vacation spot by the counter as he just went in front of the Bartender. " Hey man, we're looking to find the Nightclaw pack" he asked despite the bartender having his back turned to him as the aged man reached to pick a bottle at the top of the bar. The aged bartender paused and turned around, his hands still placed on the bottle that seemed to contain white wine. Darren took a glance at the bottle but he quickly reverted his focus back at the matter at hahd. The aged man whose long hair was tied in a ponytail looked Darren up and down for a second. It was José.

I want to know you're not hurt, I want to know if you're still alive. Even though I didn't want to cry, my tears fell on their own without me being able to stop it. I looked up at the sky that was dropping rain, this moment reminded me of when Darren and I first met when we were adults. Long before the wedding night, I had just gotten home from a job interview and it was raining. I didn't have my own car, so I waited for the rain to stop at the subway station. Suddenly, a car pulled up near me. A tall, wellbuilt man introduced himself to me as Darren. He said he knew me as Annabelle's sister.

Disappointed, he picked up the call and asked, “What’s up?” “Darren, when will you coming back?” “In a few days? Why did you ask?” “Two days from now on, it will be my birthday. Aren’t you going to come back at my birthday party?” Asked Jaeden. Darren felt silent for a while. He wanted to refuse, but he figured he might invite Areiza as well. Thus, he said, “If I managed to finish up my here early I will attend, but don’t expect anything alright.” *****

Could he even be called a man? Hannah, with a playful grin, concluded, "There's no. I have plenty of time to experience that. Mr. Winchester will eventually reach 35, and I'll be there to accompany him through his 35th, 40th, and even 85th year. We have a long time ahead." Her words kept hitting him in all his sensitive spots. Kenneth felt a little sour inside. What kind of luck did Darren have? Did he receive a script as the chosen one?

I couldn't expect less from a gathering hosted by a man as big as René himself. I adjusted my cufflinks, preparing myself to endure the night, when a familiar voice cut my peace from behind. "Well, well... Grey dragged himself out of his cave." Darren Wright. A big man, although not rich enough to beat me, nor intelligent enough to challenge me, and yet he tried. Every damn time. He stepped beside me, the corner of his mouth twisting upward as he swirled his whiskey. "I truly expected to see you here and it is so that I was right, wasn't I? I suppose you're desperate to keep René loyal to your company, hm?"