Darren Barnet Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Darren closed his eyes again, trying to calm himself down so as not to let out his frustration in front of Vivi because, really, the rumors about his gay relationship with Bryan were the most upsetting thing in the world. "I'm straight. One hundred percent straight! I can prove to you right now that I'm a 100% straight man!" Darren tried to convince Vivi as he moved his body toward her, causing Vivi to back away with her eyes bulging because she couldn't imagine what kind of method Darren would use to prove that he was 100% straight. "Then... Then why are there so many rumors about you and Bryan?" asked Vivi, causing Darren to snort loudly. "Bryan is my cousin," Darren said, causing Vivi to

A guy in rimmed glasses shrieked dramatically at them in excitement, tumbling over piles of paperwork. Toby smiled at the man, "hello Barns. How have you been?" "Very good since I just saw you." Barns replied accompanying it with a wink which made Toby laugh. He was used to Barnes eccentric and cheesy nature. Barnes was a British-Nigerian man. He was raised in london but had lived in Nigeria for over twenty years and could pass for a citizen which he was. "I see you brought a friend. Is that Sarah? " he asked asked looking at Yara in close observation.

But I’ve always found it to be comfortable. I gaze back at Darren as he sifts through the bottles and runs his gaze over the shelves. He looks cute with his skinny jeans, blue Chive t-shirt, and white all-stars. Darren is the opposite of Micah. He’s the epitome of a party boy, with his blond, shaggy faux-hawk, blue eyes, and body-builder physique. Darren’s on the football and wrestling team, which means he’s in tip-top shape. He’s about an inch shy of six feet and stocky. His voice isn’t as alluring as Micah’s, but he’s sweet in an immature way.

With his dark complexion, it only made them stand out more, and I was sure he was a player. I could see him watch every girl pass by, and he wasn’t looking at their faces either. In front of me were two guys. One was Malik. He was a little paler-skinned than Tyson, but darker in complexion than Daren. He had luscious curly hair falling above his ears, and the shape of a swimmer—all lithe muscles. He wore a shirt reading ‘I speak fluent Sarcasm’, and dark denim. He was a loud man. The moment he entered the bar, everyone noticed. He moved around making jokes and faces, getting laughs along the way. He sat on the bench like he owned the bar. But he was a little surly.

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.

Matthias, as the one responsible for my transformation into a vampire, was the sole elder who could attempt to establish control over me, leaving my emotions simmering with turmoil. A bond forged through his act of turning me, which granted him unparalleled power and influence, shaping my actions in ways that no other elder could. With no desire to prolong this conversation, I responded curtly "Okay." "Good," he replied, his words lingering in the air. He gulped down the remaining remnants of blood from his cup, his tongue gliding across his lips before rising to his feet. His gaze fell on me. "Don't make me come here to remind you of what you have to do, Darren. Bring a dark witch to the Co