Darren Criss Novels & Stories

Pacing around the office with his hand across his back. He was so furious, and ready to attack anyone that provoke him at the moment. "How dare him do that to me? How dare him" He shouted and throw his phone across the wall making it to crash into pieces. "Sir, please calm down, and have a seat."mr Felix beseech.

the pastor's voice resonated solemnly through the cathedral's sound system, creating a sacred, suffocating atmosphere for Darren. When the time came to recite the holy vows, Darren took a deep breath that felt intensely constricting to his chest. He held his head high, his features as cold as ice without a single shred of joy or a smile. Instead of looking at Clarissa’s face as she gazed at him in triumph, Darren’s hawk-like eyes locked straight onto the lens of the primary television camera broadcasting his face in a close-up across the entire nation.

My mouth opened in a scream, but no sound came out. It was the silent kind of scream. The kind that burns your lungs and tears at your chest. I grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it across the room. Then another. A book. My bag. Anything my hands touched went flying. “After everything I did…” I whispered harshly. After reporting them. After risking everything. After trying so hard to destroy what they had. And what did it change? Nothing. They were closer than before. Odell was smiling like someone in love.

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." ×

𝘿𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡’𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧. 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙧𝙖�

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.