Datura Stories Novels & Stories

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.

“Darling.” Sett faced Xavier with a crooked smile. “The whole place seemed a mess, and I just didn’t want anyone coming to steal your precious research away.” Sett widened his crooked smile and slowly but confidently walked towards Xavier. “We wouldn’t want to lose our ticket out of here.” He finally got to Xavier as she lowered the gun that had been pointed at Anderson the entire time. Sett seeing that, looked at Xavier passionately and leaned in for a kiss.

"A story, hmm? Which story would you like to hear?" Kael thought for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Tell me about the battle. The one where you and Gama saved the kingdom." Darius glanced at Kai, his eyes sparkling with shared memories. "That is a long story, little one. Are you sure you want to hear it?" Kael nodded eagerly. "Yes, Gampa. I want to hear everything." Darius began the story, his voice low and animated. He spoke of the darkness and the light, of the battles and the victories. He spoke of the courage of the warriors and the wisdom of the leaders. He spoke of the love that had carried them through the darkest times.

My hands shook as I slit the seal with a butter knife. “Club Noir cordially invites you to the Annual Auction of Submission. January 15th. Mask required.” I read it four times before the words actually sank in. Then I read it a fifth time, and a sixth, until the elegant script blurred. My stomach twisted so hard I had to sit down on the floor, back against the cabinets, knees drawn up to my chest. I had heard the stories for years. Dancers and writers and photographers, all of us drowning in the same swamp of debt and disappointment, whispering the same name: Alexander Kale.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

Darius ignored the remark. “There’s something else you haven’t asked.” Aurora frowned. “What?” Darius looked at her for a few seconds before answering. “Why I’m so certain… that Dante isn’t the only man in this story.” Aurora stiffened instantly. “That’s enough,” she said coldly. “But that’s not all,” Darius continued. Aurora stepped forward. “I’m not interested—” “Because that night… you weren’t entirely alone.” That sentence stopped Aurora in her tracks.

Daria I was Daria Page, billionaire CEO, and I’d just kissed my assistant, my employee. The line I had crossed was a glaring mistake, but my skin was still alive where his hands had lingered, my pulse racing like I’d run a marathon. “Stop,” I repeated, my voice trembling. “Get out.” Nate didn’t move. His jaw clenched, and for the first time, I saw something sharp in his eyes like anger, maybe, or defiance. “No.”