Darren Criss Novels & Stories

"Look me in the eye, Devon. Look at me and tell me why you're doing this!" He met my tear-soaked gaze without a flicker of remorse. "I told you. We slept together." A sickening helplessness washed over me. I was completely boxed in. No matter how loud I screamed, his smooth composure crushed my words. The audience was hooked. They were drinking in his calm confidence and feeding on my desperation. They believed every single word. Panic driving my pulse into overdrive, I spun toward Odell. "Please..." Odell looked at me, his face carved out of ice.

His eyes went back to her bat and started to sweat. “Explain then,” Ren dared him, not caring how bigger the guy was. “Let me introduce myself properly first. My name is Darren Harris. I’m a-” “The youngest Hollywood director to win an Oscar,” Ren continued for him. That wasn’t what he was about to say but he bashfully nodded.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Standing by the doorway, chest heaving and shoulders tense, a grim-looking, teary-eyed Darren glared at him with clenched fists. "Where the fuck have you been?" "I'm done." Darren threw something. It landed on the desk with a loud clang, right beside a neat stack of papers. "I fucking quit." ×

It was unbelievable! Eve snapped back to reality when her phone rang. Cindy's name appeared on the screen, and she immediately answered the call. "Why did you suddenly go silent earlier? What did you want to talk about?" The voice on the other end asked. "Oh my Godness, Cindy! The man I confessed to, the one from the beach during the Truth or Dare game. Remember? He's the CEO of Vinestra, and he just threatened to fire me right now!" Eve ranted with a trembling voice, trying to contain her anger.

Farrah shook her head, unbelieving how humans could be so greedy with things that weren't even important in this kind of time full of crisis. D*mn, as if she cares about her position as Assistant Director. Take it from her, she won't even shed a single tear. But one thing that the two females said made her very surprised and a bit angry. Dr. Cherry, that piece of sh*t, actually tried to climb her husband's bed? Dr. Cherry actually dared to seduce her husband? And she only discovered it now? Now that her husband was dead? Farrah didn't know whether to curse her dead husband for keeping secrets or praise him for being a loyal partner. If only he was alive, Farrah would have kicked his ass for

The gravity of the situation was palpable, as I struggled to accept the horrors unfolding before my eyes. “Tonight, we will make it clear that crossing the line in my house is unacceptable. If you do, there will be consequences,” Dane addressed the crowd in a stern tone. Kendra gripped my hand tightly as if she knew I might do something reckless. “Catrina, your time here in the Red Moon pack is over, and now you will meet your creator.” Catrina wept as Dane spoke. I saw Dane’s biceps tense as he prepared to swing, so I quickly pulled my hand away from Kendra’s and sprinted toward Catrina at full speed.

We all laugh loudly. “Come on, Michael, have a little fun with us. Austin put on some music!” Crissy screams, and I grab the remote and turn the music louder. The Sweet Escape of Gwen Stefani and Akon started to play. Crissy starts to dance and wing her hair back and forth, taking off her shirt the next moment. The three of us stare at her, and the next moment, Alexander also took off his shirt and joins with her. I look at Michael, and he gives me that “don’t do it” look. I smile at him, took off my shirt, and join Alexander and Crissy. Michael just stood there looking at us.

0 Prior Education: The Hampshire High School Employment: One-Shot Photography Studio, Milan Father: Richard A. Miller, DOB: Nov. 9, 1971. Status: Alive, Remarried. m. Lauren R. Bennett (Oct. 27, 1998 - July. 12, 2015) m. Jane S. Lombardi (Oct. 12, 2015) Mother: Lauren R. Bennett, DOB: Oct. 9, 1977. Status: Alive, Single Mother. m. Richard A. Miller (Oct. 27, 1998 - July. 12, 2015)

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t