Darren Criss Novels & Stories

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

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.

I scoffed, “Alaric, who do you think you are? What right do you have to criticize Ragnar? “Ragnar is my friend and benefactor. He’s ten thousand times better than you are!” “You…” Alaric was stumped. He glared at me in disbelief over the fact that I was defending Ragnar. Just then, someone stumbled into view. It was Serina. She was in a terrible plight, looking disheveled and her clothes were all ragged. “Alaric, Daisy, save me!” She collapsed before Alaric and Daisy, dissolving in cries and pleas, “I can’t survive in the pack. Our people ostracize me and I can’t live like this!

"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.

A crying, lonely, mother… ♧♧♧ ♧♧♧ Yeah y'all got krissed sorry about that

Val was hiding something big, and I was too close to let it slip. A shout from outside snapped me alert. “Rhen! You dodging me now?” Darren Criss’s voice, loud and cocky, echoed through Sage Woods. My jaw tightened. Another fight? Val couldn’t catch a break, and neither could I. I shoved the book back to where I got it from and stormed out, my boots pounding the dirt path to the Lunar Combat Arena. Darren, a Gamma Tier bully at Rank 25, was circling Val like a vulture, his smirk wide. Val stood in the arena’s center, his small frame tense, blue eyes darting for an escape.

"Mr Darren of Darren Holdings has been arrested by interpol in relation to all his financial crimes in the country and abroad. Not only did he commit tax evasion crimes, looted public Treasury during his time in public office, finance the production of harmful products and released them to the public, he has also been found guilty of financial harassment crimes. Various witnesses and victims have come out to speak up. Among them are aged women who are claiming that he had killed their female children, who were victims of his harassment in order to silence them" It was a distasteful news. And she stopped reading for a while. Her mind drifted. What other things might Jared be guilty of? What i