Datura Stories Novels & Stories

Almost everyone was asleep. Wade held Dara’s hand, “Just don’t let go whatever happens here.” They walked straight and soon they were in the middle of the town. All the streets connected here in a big circle and there was the big statue of Queen Eve. Dara left Wade’s hand, “I’ll be safe.” She went close to the statue. She touched it and she could see some flashbacks appearing before her eyes. She saw Queen’s life story. She saw how the Queen fell in love with Dara’s grandfather. She saw how the human civilization started on the island. She saw werewolves and vampires fighting with each other. She saw the curse and above all, she saw the Queen alive.

"Okay." He'd heard the story before in a dozen different ways. A young, inexperienced girl. A pseudo-Dom who uses BDSM to control women, then terrorizes them. Dara had come from a town a lot smaller than Fort Myers Beach. She was making her own way in the world, taking classes at the community college and working part-time. Sharing an apartment with another girl, a party girl, who took her to a private BDSM event one night in a large home.

Sadness, regret, sorrow and misery; none of them are the instant love that Dara was expecting. "I'm sorry," he says, "I just need… some time to think." "What?" I can hear the heartbreak in Dara's voice. Given how we lived in Para City, with no access to packs, meaning a very slim chance of ever meeting your fated mate, Dara has told me so many times that she would love to find her mate but doubted she ever would. And yet here he was, my broken uncle of all people.

Lorraine asked, averting her eyes angrily at her best friend "Sorry to crash your pity party, love, but you're going to want to see this", Maia said, walking over to Lorraine with her phone. Lorraine squinted her eyes, reading the contents on the page and immediately gasped, feeling enraged - The annual D'Catylon Art Show with a $500,000 cash prize, and on the second entry line was her work: Hidden Disaster - "Dali Flumes" submitted and painted by Shawn Beckett. He had not just stolen and wrecked her heart but also her art and her shot at finally proving herself to her parents by winning the cash prize, one which she intended to fund her brother's chemotherapy treatment with.

I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. They follow like I’m pulling them with invisible strings. I sit there looking up at both of them standing over me and for a second nobody moves. We’re all just breathing, just looking, just existing in this moment before everything changes. “I want to taste you first,” Dareth says, breaking the silence. “Before anything else happens, I need to know what you taste like.” “No.” Thane’s voice cuts through. “Not yet. First we make her desperate. Make her so worked up she can’t think straight.”

How would she say that she was dreaming about Raphael fucking her wetness with his fingers? “N-Nothing, dad. Just a random dream.” Her father’s gaze remained on Shaine for a minute before he nodded his head. She finally sighed in relief when her father bolted out her room. Although there was still a small uncertainty if her father believed in her reasoning, Shaine still tried to think there was nothing to worry about. However, she is completely unaware that Darius heard her moaning so loud. He thought there was something bad happening on her daughter until he heard Shaine moaning Raphael’s name… screaming that she wanted to be fucked hard by Raphael.

With no time for a victory dance, I darted towards the door but Darren was quick to hold me back. I fought hard against him, punching, kicking and even biting him almost ripping his flesh apart but he was more powerful, and easily pinned my back against the wall. He held my hands over my head, his leg locking mine in so I couldn't kick him where the sun doesn't shine. "Don't worry, your child will be alive and well cared for until the next new moon where his little heart will be taken away and his blood spilled during the ritual." His voice was dead and empty as he whispered breathily into my ears, his body pressed into mine against the wall.

Of course, it ended soon, but I could say he flew slower, and not straight to the mansion. We had a few more hours before sunrise, I wanted to go back, to check on Dumarque, but he probably prepared for tomorrow like everybody else. Then I followed my husband into the house. “Damon?” “Hm?” “What do you know about Vadas?” Hearing my question, he stopped abruptly, causing me to crash into him. “He is a bastard; I don’t want you around him.” and with that, he walked away. “Hey, I need more than that!”

He lectured her. “I understand.” She nodded curtly, retreating to her room. “I really hope you do understand, Astrid.” He said as she opened the door. With a slam of the door, Astrid collapsed on the bed and buried her face in a pillow. She couldn't help thinking that she might have overreacted. . Night fell soon and everyone was seated around a mild fire outside, listening to Nina telling them embarrassing stories about Darius's childhood. According to her, Darius used to go to the beach house more frequently when he was a little boy.

Come on," Darey said leading her back to the herb garden, where they sat down, "Strange things have been happening to me, I don't understand," Nora said, "Just like what happened at school?" Asked Darey, "Yes, I have also been dreaming about things that happened in ancient times, I don't understand them, and mummy won't explain them to me, she always waves it off, as just a dream," Nora said, "Was that why you left the house crying, you had another dream?" Asked Darey, with a worried voice, "Yes, I had another dream, it was so real as if I was there in the dream," she replied, shuddering at the thought of the dark knight racing towards her in the dream.