Darren Criss Novels & Stories

For them. They were coming through faster now. The lost. The murdered. The forgotten. Spirits with unfinished hunger. Some whispered. Some screamed. Some laughed as they rose. Allowed them to rise, to stand, to come back for what they wanted to come back to. To get what they wanted and what they deserved. But one was silent. Always silent. Dorian. Sienna’s father. The man that I believed, I loved. He had been dead for years. Not hidden. Not erased. Just gone, peacefully, stubbornly, still.

Alaric was stunned upon seeing the footage. Daisy’s eyes widened in shock as she held the magic necklace with trembling hands. “Is this the truth?” Alaric’s face darkened. “How dare Serina lie to us! “How dare she! “That fool! How dare Serina trick us!” Just then, a servant rushed over, exclaiming, “Alpha Alaric, many reporters are swarming outside, asking to interview us about the kidnapping. They even called…Luna Margery a wicked woman who kidnapped Serina…”

He looked down at her lovingly and smiled. "I almost forgot, thank you sweet pea," he pecked her lips and turned to Samantha. "I've been meaning to talk to you," "Me?" "Yes. I've worked for the West Ink Publishers and...they fired me," Darren said. "For obvious reasons. I used to do voiceovers, you know, for Audiobooks," Samantha nodded, listening. "I submitted three of my books to them and they rejected them because of explicit content." Samantha hummed, deep in thought.

My sister, Kelly Sutton, was totally lovestruck. The night her longtime crush finally said yes, she begged me not to tell our parents about their date. She stayed out all night, and I covered for her. Kelly was so happy, I couldn't help being happy for her. Three months later, she jumped off the roof of our apartment building. Dad had a heart attack and died on the spot. Mom never smiled again. Eventually, she ended up in a psychiatric hospital. More than a decade later, after I became a cop, I dug up an old case that made my blood run cold. Kelly's crush, Calvin Tilley, was a psychopath who used love as bait to deliberately spread HIV, destroying young women's lives. That was why my

"I still smell burnt. But it's worth it, I can do great things that are recognized in the end." "Now I need to see Diana," Alpha Darren said. "Diana? Why her?" asked George frantically. "Fred, she's after Diana by making all this mess." Alpha Darren gave the code to all his troops. "Some to my house some to Mr. Houston's with Cedric." The troops split into two and of course George went to Alpha Darren's house. He wanted to protect his sister from the madman who masked his insanity by being a prosecutor. ***** Alpha Darren's body instantly froze when he arrived at his house and saw the condition of his house that looked like a former war site.

“Thompson! I’ll get you! “ I heard him say outside my apartment as he banged the door. My heart was racing as I waited for him to go. Only when I heard his footsteps retreating did I relax. I could have talked to him and asked him to give me more time. However, the chances of him doing that were thinner than a Jimmy Choo heel. I threw my bag across the room in frustration and paced my room. The only way I could pay off the rent was if I asked my manager at the bar I worked at night to pay me early. I blinked back the tears threatening to fall down my face, refusing to be weak. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. Needing to take my mind off things, I made myself coffee and sat down with my lapto

“No. Just pieces. A woman. A pyre. Her name is always out of reach.” They stood there, frozen in something neither fully understood. Leo’s voice dropped. “Do you believe in past lives?” Cris looked up at the moon. “Not until tonight.” “Why tonight?” “Because I think I just met someone I’ve lost before.” Leo’s breath caught. He stepped closer. “I don’t even know your full name,” he whispered. “Cris Orven. And you?” “Leo Drazan.” Their hands brushed. Neither pulled away. The moonlight wrapped around them like an old song remembered.

If he could. “Kierra, today is the day. If you cannot watch it happen then I suggest you stay here.” An advice from Gideon my good Redeemer friend. They are what we call “the Redeemer”, while I am a guardian (guardian angel as what people say), there are angles like Gideon in which come down to earth to Redeem people’s life, literally to get someone’s life. “Of all the day, why today?” “Well, it was actually not today, this is a past due task Kierra.” Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago

"But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed." Very quickly, I opened my eyes. Damon was making out with her. He was sleeping with my friend, Cassandra. "No, I can't believe this..." I whimpered, my eyes growing red instantly. The box of pizza slipped off my hands and the snacks littered the floor. I couldn't control it. "Damon, how dare you sleep with my friend?!" "Annie..." Damon said, surprised that I was present watching both of them fuck in bed. "Go deeper, Damon," Cassandra rasped, holding deep breaths to take the pleasure in as she enjoyed it the most. "What's that poor thing doing with you? Haven't you dumped her for the last two months?"

And those cold gray eyes locked right on me. I didn’t stop. Didn’t blink. Just walked straight to him, like I wasn’t scared of a damn thing. “Good morning, Lion Dickhead,” I said sweetly, like sugar coated in poison. His lips twitched, almost a smile. Bastard. “Team,” he said, ignoring my insult. “Meet The Revenant. The ghost that makes grown men cry. The reason half of Mexico sleeps with a gun under their pillow.” All eyes turned to me. I saw it right away, the doubt in their faces shifting to realization. Then fear. Good.