Darry Curtis Description Novels & Stories

I placed my hands on my chest, “poor Darius he was really good at his job,” Trevor is more bulky than Darius, has bushy dark hair and emerald eyes. He took more steps towards me as I pushed the trembling guy away from my front so that I could fully focus on the amazing Trevor as he approached me. “And I will continue to do that, all I ask is that you add the Winstons to your list of war,” He said, standing straight in front of me,

“I know Roo brought me back using some of his voodoo stuff. But he’s dead. I mean dead-dead. No one brought you back.” Curtis didn’t speak for a minute or two, a faraway look to his eyes. “That’s a good question,” he said slowly. “I know . . . there is a purpose to my being here. And before you ask, no, I don’t know what it is. I somehow just know.” He looked at Charley. “Maybe it’s something like what’s holding Easy Street here. Or Cassandra.” “Does that mean you are fucking working for that Voodoo bastard?” rumbled the Golem, shifting in the back of their borrowed ride.

Zara's POV A few songs later the crowd around the table thinned out a little, and a guy stepped up with his hand stretched toward me. “Come down before you fall,” he said, smiling up at me. He had light brown skin and dimples and an easy kind of cute that didn’t feel dangerous. Grey hoodie, tall, the kind of smile that probably got him what he wanted most of the time. I took his hand and stepped off the table. My feet hit the floor a little harder than I meant, and he caught my elbow to steady me. The rum was still swimming in my head, but not enough to make me stupid. Not yet.

Storm wasn't used to seeing as men as hot as this, having never really met one on her side of the town, except for her ex, who had left her to pursue his basketball career at a university, thousands of miles away from her. Curtis had been her high school sweetheart whom she could do anything, totally anything, even if included her right kidney. He had been a home of comfort to her whenever her step mother and step sister decided to turn on their devilish mode and wreak havoc on both her physical and mental state.

(Curtis POV) I was at the table with the ledger when the door came open. Not knocked, not the two taps that everyone who came to this house used, just opened, and I was on my feet before I had processed why because a door that opened without knocking in the Lowlands at this hour was either someone very familiar or someone very wrong, and Danny Reeves was neither of those things, he was supposed to be in the northern borderland for another week at minimum, and he was standing in my doorway with his left arm held against his chest and his jacket torn at the shoulder and his face the color of old plaster.

He scooted closer to her in a flirty manner. Margot's cheeks burned up as she avoided his gaze in an embarrassed manner. She snorted and said, "You are very confident." Curtis frowned and asked, "How so?" "Huh?" Margot was stunned. She wanted to explain, but she was equally speechless. Curtis was a CEO with a net worth of hundreds of billions. He was 6.1 feet tall and was even born with a handsome face. He did have the grounds for his confidence, after all.

She’d always suspected that Curtis was a dangerous man, though she had no real idea in what way. Yeah, she’d seen him brutally and viciously beat drunk men to a pulp, but then again, that was his job. Bouncing at Curves meant that Curtis was among the first people to step forward when trouble started – and trouble started there often.

He was unable to explain why, but he had been uneasy ever since witnessing Kennedy bullying that expectant woman. Max silently observed him. They had always been close and had founded a private equity firm together after meeting while studying abroad years prior. Max was aware of Darin's younger sister. As evidence of how much he missed her, Darin always carried her picture with him. Darin was taken with his mother when she remarried into the Curtis family in Northwick years ago. There, the Curtis family was quite important. Mr. Curtis raised Darin as his own, and he eventually became the CEO of IronGate Industries.

He had heard about the rumors of his death and had reached out to Leita to let her know that he was still alive. Danielle listened intently, feeling a sense of admiration for Curtis's bravery and resourcefulness. She knew that he had always been a fighter, but this showed her a new side of him that she had never seen before. Finally, after what felt like hours of riding, they arrived at a small cabin nestled in the woods. Leita led Danielle inside, and there he was - Curtis, sitting by the fire with a solemn expression on his face.

Lynn asks, and my eyes snap to her blue ones? I don't want to claim Curt, but he did say when he was ready to date, he would be with me. But maybe that was before he knew that he had options. Lynn is pretty. Beyond pretty, she is breathtaking. She is built more like Leena; tall, slim, blonde, and blue-eyed. Definitely more Curt's level than I am. Curt is a 6'2" naturally athletic, gorgeous man. My head falls, and I give her a small shrug before answering. "He said he did," I answer