Darren Barnet Age Novels & Stories

Darren stepped up and dialed someone's number. "I wonder what happened six years ago to Ralin Benedict!"

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?"

Darren stood with his usual modest but striking posture. “Darren!” Ren rushed towards him to exchange hugs, being able to do it successfully this time. “Long time, no see!” She observed that Darren seemed to have matured, not that he was already, more after growing a short beard and taking care of Andrea’s family like his own. “It’s not like you call us every day,” he said back, scratching the back of his neck. Not that it was Ren’s fault since she felt left out of what could be Andrea’s major moment in her life.

Darren added, a little annoyed now that he realised he looked miserable. “Well, here it is. He is back. Get dressed and I'll make us some coffee,” said Margaret as she stood up and walked into the kitchen, after closing the bedroom door to give Darren some privacy. He sat in bed for another minute before he stopped being annoyed with himself for being so stupid. He went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face and got dressed. His injured arm was a little sore, otherwise he felt fine. He could not remember the last time he had slept so well. He glanced at his phone and saw that four hours had passed. A text message from Nathaniel asking him to call when he was free to talk was also l

"I'm glad you chose us to be your first venture out. This is just a meet and greet but Tim and Carol Conway hold parties at their house. They couldn't be here tonight. Something about work and an emergency with the networks. Tim's an IT guy, so he seems to always be busy." The bartender handed them their drinks, and Darren took a long pull of his beer before turning around to join the conversation. The others Aggie had introduced them to all seemed to have some odd quirk or two about them, and he had to admit, this wasn't what he had envisioned at all. He knew he sounded like a snob but he was hoping to meet more normal people, people who showered or seemed to care about their appearance. Th

“I’ve actually done all three.” The table erupted into laughter. “The President was back in 2016." I explained. “He came to our school for a visit. And the other two, they happened on the same night. My eighteenth birthday was… well, let’s just say it was wild.” “We can tell.” Darren smirked. He took his turn next. “Got married at nineteen, I’m of Korean descent and I’m right-handed.” His wife immediately jumped in. “The last one.” She was right, of course. Darren had been holding his beer bottle with his left hand all night.

I nodded slowly, then spoke with a hint of sarcasm, "Aren't you afraid Darren and I might see each other again? You used to call me a bad influence on him." He glanced at me with a faint smirk. "Darren's twenty-six now. You're twenty-five. You're not kids anymore. He's been around a lot of beautiful women. I doubt he even remembers you the way he used to. He's changed. Just like you." I laughed bitterly, testing his patience. "But Mister Dankworth wasn't a teenager when you found us in his room, was he?"

Some of them even wanted to marry her. Renata didn't intend to get married. However, she was dating Blair's younger brother, Darrell Warner. He was twenty-six years old and towered at six-foot-one. He had just returned from studying in Australis. Darrell had a wheat-colored complexion. His dazzling white teeth were a sight to behold when he smiled. His physique was also excellent. It was June first. Renata felt a bit tipsy after a dinner party and walked out of the private room feeling a bit dizzy.